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...