I go on holiday soon but this final stretch is doing me in. It's like I start to take my foot off the gas and my body takes that as a sign to crash.
I'm not sleeping well, tummy ache (wind I think!), can't concentrate but got LOADS to do and am knackered. Skin and hair are awful.
I cried in the car on the way home from town today. Then DD pooed on the floor and walked it through the house. I snapped at DH (it's his fault I'm grumpy of course) and am laying in the dark MNing wishing I could go to bed instead of faffing with all the things I need to faff with.
Roll on holiday.