An evening of chores awaits and I can't be arsed with a single one of them. Back to work tomorrow.
I wish I could just leave the kids, the pets, the chores, the ex husband ... and just piss off abroad on my own.
Maybe I'm a little depressed.
Does anyone else have the Sunday night blues?
I should add that I won't do the above, but it's a sense of love and duty that keeps me in my life, rather than any great desire to be.