This week I cried because:
My DP stayed at the weekend and stole all the duvet
My DP couldn't stay last night
We can't fit a dishwasher in at the new house and had to cancel it.
My chicken burger at weatherspoons was over filling and then I cried later on as I was hungry and wanted the other half.
The supermarket had run out of my favourate washing powder and they hadn't saved me a box
That my favourate underwear no loner fit
Seeing my bump and hoping that I was doing everything right by the LO and then again because I might not be cut out for mummyhood
Seeing a bottle of champagane in the wine rack an knowing it will remain unopened.
That I can't get my hair coloured and being able to see my roots.
I broke a glass and plate.
Good week so far really.