Probably just because it's Monday.

Today was a bit of a shocker, and I’m not entirely sure why.  Perhaps because I spent the day running and driving and lugging huge bags (school bags, work bags, handbags, computer bags – all at the same time) about, and I had about 5 minutes’ consecutive sleep last night.  The Baby is still unwell, and the Boy was being a total dick about something or other, which lasted all evening, and the Girl is STILL awake despite it being almost past my bedtime.  I spent most of my free evening checking Mandarin homework, which had taken, I’d say, all of 3 minutes to do.  ““But is it right?” I asked him;  “I don’t care,” he responded.  So I took it upon myself to check, then correct, then teach him, which is NONSENSE I know, but honestly, what is the point of doing homework if all you’re really doing is sticking on a blindfold and randomly pinning a linguistic tail on an impossible donkey?  On top of all of this, I am in danger of developing a fixation on the cat litter, because I just can’t get it to NOT STINK ALL THE TIME, my phone is about to die permanently, the only non-fucked bit of my neck has turned on me too, and my laptap – which is filled with all my current work, as well everything I have written for the past 6 years  - has started to turn itself off every now and then, midsentence.   Perhaps, like my neck,  it is suffering from stress.  Perhaps it can’t take it any more and it just needs me to Stop. Writing. Words.  (I will, in a minute.  I promise.)

However.  The John Lewis fairy arrived while I was out rolling the car into a pillar, so that was nice.  Not so nice was having to beat  the children away from it and then think of a reasonable excuse for its sudden appearance.  Actually I was feeling so pissy that I was tempted to tell them the truth (“Oh that’s just all your Santa presents”) but I held my tongue and pushed the door closed against them instead.  I’ll have to find a hiding place for everything before I go to bed, otherwise they’ll be crawling over it all like locusts again first thing tomorrow. 

Speaking of locusts, a large cockroach thing has just flown across the room, scaring the shit out of both me and the cats.  (Their reaction was a lot more hilarious than mine.  Mind you, I would probably be a happier person if I too was to leap up and dance sideways every time something came at me unawares.)

Ok laptop, you may sleep now.