God - I am vvvvvv stressed this morning.
We're applying for a mortgage (in our infinite wisdom, we've decided to move), and I have to fill in the form and find all the relevant documentation (bank statements, pay slips, etc.).
Our house is total chaos. I'm not joking. Not fault of arrival of baby either: we were up to our necks in it before La cicietta arrived anyway, but obviously it's become 10000x worse since... Really, it's awful. I can't find anything. I'm so ashamed and tired of the mess, but can't do anything about it (for reasons I won't disclose, as we'll become even easier to identify to anyone potentially stalkerish reading this)
DH has left it to me to fill in because he's so busy and stressed at work, and besides, he can't go to the mortgage broker anyway, as he's at work, so DD and I have to go later today, and go through the form, which will obviously be a delight: I'm sure she'll enjoy that... Especially since the meeting is bang smack when she normally sleeps, so she'll be tired... Sigh...
But it's so hard to find anything or even to write the form, as I think DD is developing separation anxiety, and gets upset if I put her down for too long, or leave her on her own. And it's not possible to write with a little one whimpering in the background.
And BREATHE....
Ok - heartbeat returning to normal. Feel a bit better for venting.
Now, if I can only find bank statements and payslips... Not that they're much use as am on maternity pay which is virtually nil at the moment, and not really a fair reflection of my salary.
Pffffffffooooooofffffff.