Am off work ill. Not really that ill anymore but I work ft and have a baby who is at nursery today so the thought of a day to myself was too much too resist.
The boiler broke and I had to sort that out and deal with engineers. Then, instead of getting some sleep / cleaning my bedroom / dying my hair or just chilling out as planned, I spent 1.5 hours counselling my sister, 1 hour on the phone to her best mate on the same issue, 1 hour helping my best mate with her cv, half an hour counselling a depressed work colleague, 1 hour talking to my DM about my sister and just as I sit down to a glass of wine and Prometheus on Sky my Dad rings to complain about how hard his new job is.
Bugger off.
That is all.
I want some me time :(
I need to draw boundaries or something but I think I have forgotten what they look like.
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I bloody couldn't cope.
Vent over.
I think.