Well pretty much everything went wrong today. I have gone to bed in a huff, or rather DH sent me when he got home at 11, he will bring baby up soon
ta da
✅tumble drying (only because DS did it)
✅more admin for Book Day party
ta didn’t
✅cook the planned dinner, because the beans I bought today were mouldy, and the cauliflower cheese in the fridge was awful when cooked, and the oven didn’t cook the chicken so I left it and now it’s all shrivelled
✅Tesco order, meant to do it early as DH pointed out it would be booked up sooner due to snow, and dammit he was right.
✅move off the sofa for about three hours thanks to grumpy baby
It’s just been one of those evenings. And I’ve just realised we haven’t sorted DSS a birthday present, it’s March 1st and always comes round so quickly, I really meant to sort it earlier this year and still didn’t, even though I’ve known what I wanted to get him for ages.
Plus things have gone a little bit crazy with the relative I’ve mentioned recently, but it’s something I can’t really tell DH, which is driving me batshit because I need to rant! FFS.