I know, I know, they’re usually reserved for ‘poorly’ DHs, but I’m thoroughly fed up and think I deserve it. I think we all do actually.
England men’s team are thoroughly dull in Euros; it’s July and I’m freezing; it’s still AGES until the summer holidays. DS1 is being a douche. DS2 has covid.
Fuck it. Fuck it all.
I’ve put on the dressing gown, told the kids we’re having beige food for dinner and am about to restart Bridgerton from the beginning.
Who’s joining me? Metaphorically, of course. No one wants to get close to me in this mood.