isthismylifenow I had some stuff going on a few weeks ago and the cherry on the cake was when I woke up at 2am in tears and upset because I'd had a similar dream... my ex had gotten married to the woman he'd sworn blind he wasn't with (obviously they ARE together now...
. It shouldn't affect me because obviously he's a giant cock and I can't believe I spent all those years with him... nonetheless it knocked me back for a few days. My tears were probably about something else... but I felt crap anyway.
I'm home with the kids again today as they're changing schools due to bullying. Last night they both slept in my massive superking bed and although obviously I get slapped around the face in the middle of the night by flailing hands - it's still fucking brilliant! I can do this - and nobody gets to say whether it's OK or not.
My normal day. I'm a lark and I like a coffee (4) and a read before I'm joined so I'm up between 2 and 6 (utterly shit sleeper). I then spend an hour making breakfast and shouting SHOES! SHOES! No, NOT THOSE SHOES! SCHOOL SHOES!
Walk the dog.
Go over what I need to do for the day as I'm self-employed and WFH.
About 1-2 I realise I've forgotten to eat, so make some lunch and throw all the dishes in the sink. My office is in the kitchen and I try not to put the washing machine on during the day because I find the noise too distracting.
I try and wind up work around 3 so I can gather my thoughts before they get home at 4 - times will change a little at the new school.
Referee kickboxing and other dangerous combat until dinner time. Spend 2 hours squawking "read a bloody book, stop punching your brother" until a small army can be herded towards the shower and bed.
Collapse exhausted on the couch. Sweep the room with a glance. Pick up any lego I fear I'll tred on in the morning. Ignore the rest.
Rinse & repeat.