My husband is the most loveliest husbands, I’m really lucky. After breaking down for the 15 time yesterday, he wrapped me in a blanket and put on Harry met Sally.
I slept better and woke up later than normal. Had cuddles with BB and then we met one of her little friends for an outdoors cuppa.
In her long nap, I met my Canadian friend for our last time on UK soil for a while as her visa has ended and she’s flying home the day of the operation. She didnt mention the text so neither did I and we passed a couple of hours chatting about everything and nothing. It was so weird, was just like a normal meet up, no big good bye. She loved her pressie I got her (cat tarot cards- she loves cats and mentioned she wanted tarot cards) and a funny card.
Came home to BB screaming and then did chores with her wrapped round my legs and played games.
I’m in such a funk it’s unreal. I’ve been so irritable and down its just not me. I feel the anxiety running through my veins like electricity and the merry go round of thoughts turning into the ghost train. I know its temporary and it will pass but it feel so hard in the middle of the storm. I even hung the washing out the machine, but had forgot to put the washing machine on. Got it in at the end of the day and realised it was the same smelly clothes.
How’s your Monday been?