Aaah that's better. Chores done (ish - have utterly failed to put away clean laundry) Washed bum cheek, post tattooing and applied bepanthen. Belly pork in the oven - should be ready in half an hour or so, am gonna have it with rocket and some wilted baby spinach.
Have eaten really weirdly today, starting with several spoonfuls of lidls greek yoghurt and a strawberry at eight o clock, followed by beginning of the manic rushing.
Got a bizarre arrangement going on a Monday night - dp and I don't actually live together, so we spend the nights I have dc at mine, and the nights they are with their daddy at his, except on a Monday, because neither of us have sky telly, but dp has a Now TV box thingy, and of course, Monday night is GOT.
So, me and the dcs stay at his, which is lovely as he 'hosts' us and I do very little
However, yesterday I got two - yes - two flat tyres! So I had to leave my car at home, which meant an earlier start than we are used to this morning, as he had to drop us at my house on his way to work, so we could walk to school. Then I walked our dogs, whilst waiting for the lovely tyre shop man to get back from the scrap yard with some new to me tyres
Dealt with the two flat fucking tyres on the bastard car, which then made me later than intended for work.
Ate more spoonfuls of yoghurt, and some pepperami slices and a slice of cheddar cheese
Ran around doing work and had several, boring but thwarting events along the way, which made me ten minutes late for my bloody tattoo appointment, which was booked six months ago, due to the guys popularity!
Arrived in orbit of stress, but trying to keep a lid on it, and be all, like, y'know, cool cos I'm in the tattoo studio
and I don't want to look like a tit. Also, had asked if the trashpup cpuld come in, so was already pushing my luck. Fortunately my tattoist is awesome, and didn't mind any of my twitting around. Did a splendid job on my bum, (it's a cover up of a £5 butterfly I had done when I was 15
) but it was rather painful at times. Managed to not be too deranged, left there, had a quick coffee in a cafe and went to grab dcs from school. Sent them to play in the park whilst I saw a friend for a cuppa and ate a spicy sausage thingy (tescos deli meat thing)
Went back to work for an hour then to Lidls and when I got home ate some more salami.... Not tons at any point, just a little graze
to tide me over. Fucking bonkers by this point.
I think it's lots of little stresses, coupled with something hormone related, (as my norks are in agony) and the bodily stress of tattoo. Oh and not enough food.
Hopefully my sanity will soon return.