Day 61 – Monday Monday (na na naaa na na na)

So good to me…. I had a dream last night that I had a shit day and had a glass of wine. I was so pissed at myself for caving and breaking my dry run. Like a wise woman at boot camp said; There’s no worse feeling than regret. Totes true y’all.

The laundry couch is staring at me. Have you got a laundry couch? The place where the majority of the clothes that you wear live? Ours is out of control at the moment. I think that the boys have forgotten what drawers are for. This always happens mid term. I do a load of washing every day. Every day. Sometimes two, one in the morning and one at night. And we get the clothes from the washing machine in to the dryer ok – or out on the line preferably – but then it just gets as far as the couch. It would be nice to be able to sit on the other two thirds of the couch but….. Eh. The boys are getting adept at just rummaging through to find fresh shorts and tee shirt for the school day. No undies natch.

We go away for our wedding anniversary this weekend and the in-laws are kindly moving in to our place to look after the lads and the fur people. So it needs to be CLEAN. Damnit. The GD and I talked about a plan where we clean a small bit each night so we don’t have to worry about it on Friday but so far…

Also I have bad news on the COYO front. I got home with a serious sugar craving so I ate some and within minutes felt ill. The same feeling I had after the smoothie – you remember – the one I had when I was getting my hair did? That was full of coconut cream too. The GD rolled his eyes and said ‘not another food intolerance?’. But I think maybe I over ate… because I did have half the tub. That would make you feel shit even if you were a ‘normal’ right?

Going for a run in the morning – eeek!

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