I knew it was brewing – I had a few tears yesterday and I’m rubbish at asking for help when I need it as I don’t really know how anyone can help but I was saved when some lovely people invited me over for a feast (I realised I hadn’t eaten a proper meal for 3 days). I’d forgotten how exhausting marathons are – it’s funny – when I had Molly everyone said the tiredness is like running a marathon – now I think running a marathon is as tiring as having a baby lol!
I have spent most of the bank holiday weekend sleeping – even woke up Monday morning and had to ask John what day it was and should I be at work? This morning when I returned from training, Molly was rushing round as she’d overslept and then threw the ticking time bomb at me “food tech ingredients” – I was hoping to catch a quick 30 minute snooze before starting the grown up job and had to bite my tongue so I didn’t snap as really I should have had a grip on this one – after all I’m mum right?
Well after a mad dash around Co-op at 08:30 we managed to find all the ingredients for a vegetarian Cornish pasty (as you do). No Molly isn’t vegetarian but decided she didn’t want meat in her pasty. I’ve since spent all day feeling like a rubbish mum as the ironing pile is huge, the washing basket is full, Sophie-Ella’s room looks like the store cupboard of a charity shop and there really is no food in the fridge.
I had hoped to pop to the bank at lunch time to pay in a cheque but that didn’t happen and I’ve had a rather lovely letter from the CSA delivered this morning to say my wonderful ex-husband has gone AWOL again and do I know where he is – erm – no – but rest assured if I did – they’d be the first to know. They’ve given me a deadline of 3 days time to get them that information!
People often ask me how I manage everything – well truth is – I don’t – it’s a bit like being at work and every customer is shouting at you – I guess I deal with the person shouting the loudest and just keep apologising for the aftermath – I’m thankful to my close friends who see past the mask of superwoman – those who offer to help even though I keep saying I’m fine.
I know it sounds like a cliché, but without my daily exercise I really would struggle to put one foot in front of the other…….