Extreme holiday fatigue has finally hit. I feel I'm not doing too badly, as it's only nine days until school starts again, and so far (the other 53 days) it's been fun. I've packed those next nine days full of action, so they should fly by.
My mother phoned earlier, asking if she could have the kids to stay over at her house for a couple of days. This means I will get Wednesday to myself - so hurray - but it's the first time Charlie's going for a sleepover, and to make it two nights straightaway... It seems a bit much. I've said I will go with them on Tuesday night so I can tuck them all in, and then I'll be back there Thursday morning. Charlie will be fine. He'll have his brother and sister there, and his grandmother of course. So he'll be fine. And I'll be only half an hour away, glued to my mobile phone. Still, he only just turned one, and sending him away for two nights??? I feel like an evil witch.
In fact, it will do all of us good. We're all getting quite fed up with each other, I think. We've had some great holiday moments, but now we all need a change of scenery. Two full months is really a very long time in the life of a little child, not to mention their mother.
Marie's sleeping somewhere else four nights in a row this week, but that's quite different because she asked me to arrange that for her.
Anyway, I think I have a touch of PMT going on (just a touch *cough*), and it's too damn hot over here. And I am still chronically exhausted, and I have a sore throat. Also I dreamt earlier that Babes had replaced me with a blonde bimbo. I have internet fatigue and I'm watching way too much TV. And then there's my diet, which is not really a diet, but just hardly eating at all between parties where I just stop caring.
It's funny - reading that last bit back, I realise that I feel like that every so often - not to say once every month - so it's not unusual for me at all. I also know, rationally, that this will end, and it will end soon, but it feels like it will last forever. Isn't that stupid? Ah well. I'll see you all soon, I'm sure, at the other end of the tunnel. I choose to come out of it tomorrow. How's that? I choose to stop feeling like a piece of shit and be a fully functioning person again. Tomorrow. Tonight I will just watch some more crappy TV.