That’s how I feel. I feel like I’m being dragged in a lot of directions and I don’t have time for them all. If it’s not work, it’s physio. If it’s not physio, it’s the kitchen. If it’s not the kitchen it’s hoovering the dog hair. If it’s not hoovering the dog hair, it’s puppy class. If it’s not puppy class, it’s my parents. And so on. Also, as of next week, add Fat Club to the list!! When do I get time to have a life?
We’re so busy all the time that we don’t have time for us, and it’s starting to affect us. We irritate each other.
It’s like everything boils down to “when the kitchen’s done” and I bloody hope things do calm down then, because I think I’m about to collapse with exhaustion!
You need a hug, a bed, maybe a glass of wine.
I wish you could come over and I’d make sure you got rest.
What you need is hurricane sex. And then go to Jay’s for wine and rest….=]
Aww, thanks Jay. I’m in Canada next year for my hols! Hubby’s uncle lives in Toronto, so we will stay with him for a few days and then travel a bit.
Envoy – Hurricane sex?
Ugh! I know how you feel. When Brian and I are running in three different directions each, we also get irritable with each other.
I know exactly how you feel. EVERYTHING is irritating me. Take a timeout and so something special with the hubs. I can’t see the end in sight with my home re-dos either. But I know there has to be one. There’s one for you too! Hang in there!