This week has been the most exhausting of my entire working life. I have a reminder for lunch out since Monday & I never got to go out! I keep changing the reminder to the next day & now it’s Friday & hey I’m still trapped in my desk.

I’m so tired when I get home that hubby has been pestering me for sex & I’ve turned him down at least 6 times. One point he was climbing on top when I woke up & though we do that to each other before, now it just annoyed me.

The breaking point was this morning. The English weather is at its best. The sky was gray & the rain was non-stop since last night. I didn’t want to get up then my 2-year old threw up, then he wouldn’t let me clean him, then he wouldn’t lie down when I need to put his nappy on… Oh gaaaddd. I wanna shout “the stress! the stress!” & just run out the house laughing. At least when I reach the asylum I might be at peace.

But then we have a long weekend as Monday is bank holiday. So I guess I ought to feel better now it’s nearly 5pm & I leave at 6pm. All I have to do stop anticipating next week’s madness.