Another week rolls around, a week to go till Christmas.
Not sure what is wrong with me today, but bad mood doesn't even begin to describe how I am feeling today and don't really know why. Maybe it was the series of bad dreams I had. Maybe it was the fact I had Nigel and Richard coughing most of the night in unison. Maybe it was because there was a ton of washing up that hadn't been put in the dishwasher on the side in the kitchen, the empty milk bottle just chucked to the side and not put in a recycling bag, the bin that was overflowing and the tea stains on the worktop that no one cleared up. Maybe it is because my back is so bad this morning that even my hips are hurting and I am in agony.
There are times when I just want to scream.
There are times when i wonder who the hell decided when we break up for holidays. The fact that one son will only wear his uniform once this week and the other one twice. Why couldn't we have broken up on Friday. There are now three days to go (including this one) where I will be bored to tears at work, where the kids will be hyper, where no work will be done, but we have to be there all the same.
What is the point.
But I will scream inwardly. I will keep smiling. I will try and not make eye contact with the Headteacher. I will go on through life pretending nothing is wrong until I snap, and I will eventually.
Oh and on a last note, supposed to go to the end of term drink up on Wednesday with work, but can't because despite knowing for two weeks that I was going to go, my hubby has decided he is going to football AAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
