That
makes a really good starting point in like, you know, I was maybe down for the count for day and a half to two days but I was still able to work 10 hour a day, see patients, do my thing
at home, cook, do all my stuff and I was still able to
function even though I was starting to
feel it because I hit it hard.
I didn't sleep well, hustled into the office via a mailbox delivery to my ex's place of the youngest's homework and orange clothes for Harmony Day, listened to a message on my phone from the eldest's school about her fringe being too long (WTF FFS), bolted
home after work to let the fur babies inside, bolted back to work for an office dinner (that's the gang in the main pic), realised on the way
home that I need to be
at a work
function on Wednesday morning
at 6.30 am... which is the youngest's birthday; had a major panic attack over the youngest waking up parentless on her 11th birthday; sent a frantic message to my ex asking if he could come over
at 6.30 am on Wednesday; chatted briefly to an exhausted DD as he drove
home from work
at 9.30 pm;
felt my stomach drop slightly when he said «just don't blog about the howling dogs»; pointed out that those sort of suggested edits needed to be
made MUCH earlier to avoid appearing in the blog...