I have recently been made redundant and despite over 100 job applications I have heard nothing positive yet. That teamed with raging PMT (and painful PCOS), a bent Xmas tree that I'm not allowed to decorate until grumpy DP comes home to "fix" it after work and a living room that looks like a badly organized charity shop at the moment. Oh and the washing up needs doing and DSS's Xmas presents need wrapping.
Would IBU just to sod it all and stay in my PJ's all day and cry a bit?