I have a really heavy cold. Cotton wool head. Exhausted. Nose like Rudolph that is running like a tap. You know the sort.
But it never stops does it. Particularly busy week at work this week (I work from home) so I’ve tried to struggle on but I haven’t achieved anything. Now I’m behind and too tired and woolly to work tonight and it’s making me anxious.
Husband has taken over most of the stuff with the kids to let me rest a bit, but of course tonight is Tennis and brownies so he’s been ferrying the eldest around while I made tea for youngest etc (sandwich and carrot sticks - don’t judge me!) I can’t just withdraw altogether and go to bed. Even doing the bare minimum is exhausting.
House a riot. Washing backed up. Can’t lie down to go to sleep because I can’t fucking BREATHE.
Sigh.