I had an epic long day at work, including really sad emotionally exhausting stuff, time pressure, IT catastrophe and resulting elevated difficulty level of everything I bloody did, being locked in, being locked out, dealing with awkward, intransigent people, breaking bad news and then a dash to the childminder to collect my poor children at almost 8pm.
They are asleep. DH is at work. I have work to do but decided that actually I'm not doing any. I've got wine and fingers and fuck it all.
IANBU, clearly. Just saying.