It’s day 4. I’m now crying at how inadequate I am, my dog and my youngest child hate me. I’m answering all school job things immediately but I feel I’m neglecting school for my 3 children. I want to go round to Jemima-Jane and Tallylah-Belle’s house and say READ THE LOGIN DETAILS rather than just automatically saying “what’s jade/Porsche’s login details for flimsy glimpses edu squinkle because it takes me 15 minutes to find that and send you the details knowing that tomorrow you’ll ask for candy- chevron’s login details for bastard spelling a thing. And Dd3’s work is the absolute bare minimum and every other person is joe wicks-ing it and has David Walliams in their house reading while Steve backshall lets them snog a catfish. And I’m trying to hold myself together and feed them when Dd2 who had ARFID has eaten nothing for days and Dd3 has asked me at least 2572 tones today if dominos are still delivering.
Tomorrow is a new day and yes dominos are still delivering and my period (which for a 49 year old sterilised person is kind of pointless) may have shown up in the midst of ALL OF THIS