I’m writing this from my messy kitchen in my pajamas and it is mid-morning already. There is a pile of unwashed dishes in the sink, newly laundered sheets and clothes strewn all over like Christmas decorations, only it is making my kitchen look messier, not festive. My breakfast, more like brunch is cooking (I give my daughter breakfast first thing in the morning and sometimes forget to feed myself until my stomach starts complaining. Yes, it is whinging now), I’m trying to ignore it as I type this. If I don’t hurry, we will miss our play-date with my F and it will be my fault.
Welcome to my Mondays.