This week finds me exhausted. Tired from the kids seemingly losing the plot as they approach Christmas, tired from not getting to bed early enough, tired when I wake up and look out into a dark and gloomy morning, before coming home from work in similar conditions. Tired due to hormones. Tired of Christmas everywhere, and it hasn’t even got here yet.
All the plates are dirty, the sink stacked with glasses “temporarily soaking” and there are clothes strewn here-and-there about the floor.
It’s been a three-McDonalds-in-ten-days sort of time.
Ug.
