Ok, namechanger here. I wake up on saturdays/sundays with Big Plans (well not so big, but at least they involve leaving the bloody house) and then the day is on top of me and it's dinner time and then ds has to have his nap and then it's 3pm and I can't be bothered to walk into town because it will probably rain then I put ogg foing to the supermarlet until tomorrow then it's ds's tea time and that takes an hour then we play and I make a couple of phone calls and I am too embarrassed to ring back people I said I would meet earlier in the day then it's ds's bed time and that takes ages and then the day is over.
And yes again I have achieved nothing.
Does this sound at all familiar? I am a relatively nrew lone parent and in the beginning after h left I was still quite organised and got out. But now..hell, the hours race ahead of me and I achieve bugger all. It is ds's bed time and before I know it I crack open the wine, say alhazzabajhan and the saturday-night-X-Factor-Fairy appears and I feel shit for not teaching ds how to hang-glide earlier.
useless mother