After a week of bugger all sleep and zero opportunity to “rest” – although I did give it my best shot, by yesterday afternoon, I was fuggered.
I’d just come home from a rather productive meeting, which had followed the first basketball game of the year, and sat. Just for second. It was all I was afforded.
I calmy explained increased levels of stabbiness should all other family members not piss off and give me 20 seconds to myself, and could we please, please refrain from using my boobs as jumping bags. Please?
Needless to say, by 6.30 I was near on falling asleep on the couch and levels of grumpiness were approaching homicidal. Given the week’s foregiving nature when it came to my sleep; snoring, buzzing mind, waking children, hot nights,