Oh god where do I start...
Sent DS to his dad's for the weekend. I am going away tomorrow so my plan was to finish the washing and ironing tonight etc
Instead I have:
Scoffed cheese and pickle sandwiches and a dunkin donut whilst guffawing crumbs at The Inbetweeners in my pants and vest
Sobbed to stupid Samsung Adverts on you tube and mother son wedding dance songs - why I couldn't tell you DS is 13 and swerves girls...
Made a Spotify list of disco tunes and then with my headphones on danced like a crazy lunatic around the living room for 1 hour to aforementioned tunes (still in pants and vest). I managed to recreate the steps from my Gold medal disco routine back in 1979 to "Born to be alive" I'm 48, perimenopausal, and with a belly like a bean bag, Lord only knows what I looked like, going for it in the lounge...
Now I've realised that the residual wax from this afternoons bikini job has remelted due to "heat inducing disco groin" and has sort of glued my pants to my fanjo.
So now I'm running a cool bath..to ease my burn and calm me down.
I really shouldn't be left unsupervised for long periods of time. 