The DC have come back from their dad's house exhausted as usual because he lets them stay up so late. DD hasn't done her homework (also as usual on his weekends) so I'm having to do it with her now when she should be in bed.
Someone in DS's year has Covid so they've all been sent home for 2 weeks. I know it's not anyone's fault but he's bouncing around and wanting attention and cackling loudly and generally being 10 when I'm trying to work.
Someone on MN has posted a thick-as-mince homily about single mothers having low-paid jobs that fit around their childcare responsibilities because they can't be arsed to get proper employment (I paraphrase, probably unfairly but I'm grumpy). I earn enough to pay HLT and that's still annoyed me.
The internet kept dropping intermittently when I was trying to finish a complicated piece of work to a drop-deadline. Now finished, thank chocolate.
I'm fat.
My period has started.
The weather is crap.
I spent the weekend cross with DH because in the several months since it was decided we'd go to my DBro's for Christmas he still hasn't sorted out MIL with his older brother. Apparently I am the evil cow in this situation because I don't consider it unreasonable for BIL to be responsible for his widowed, elderly mother for Christmas ONE YEAR out of four!!! I've told him I'm not having my Christmas revolve around his brother's selfishness for the next 25 years (give or take).
ExH unwisely chose yesterday to send one of his customary emails having a go at me for an imagined slight. I responded rather more hotly than I normally would and that made me feel better so I might do it more often, the absolute bell-end.
Autocorrect.
Clothes left in a pile on the bathroom floor.
Messy house.
I could continue...