She only went home an hour ago, but we are having a great time chatting away. Don't want to go to bed. How sad is it that I am typing this to fill in the time it takes her to reply. She's only a few metres away. Have to be up at 7.30 but who gives a s*. Why do I only ever feel relaxed by Sunday night? Not a good night to feel as if you don't have a care in the world (except DH lunch & food for week, uniforms for girls, lunch money to sort, PE kits to organise, and a car needing filling up on way out in morning) How the hell do working Mums ever get it all done???