Tired and Sore
Very tired now.
Adam decided to ball the house down in the middle of my sleep today.
Mummy thought it would be a great idea to wash his hair (hates-the shower, y'know), at about 1pm, knowing full well I was knackered after work last night, and had to come in again tonight, and Saturday nights are always murder, what with the drunks, and brats, and Sunday paper inserts.
Took me at least a full two hours to get back to sleep.
Steve was and is fuming, even his Mum had a go at his sister on my bedraggled behalf.
Well, here now.
Listening to Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Worked really hard, and have everything done early, so I'm having a cuppa while the floor dries, before I tidy round the shelves. Thing is, I am having throat troubles so I had a Strepsil.
Ever drank coffee with a numb throat? We-ird. Like, I can tell its hot, because the cup/drink touches my lips, but I can't feel it going down.
Well, I can, but not like I should. It's hard to explain, but amusing all the same.
Had an idea for a story yesterday, whilst wrapping presents. Top secret atm, since I'm still ruminating (had the idea for How Cool for months before I decided to do it for Nano, hence the extensive planning in October of that year ;)), but I'm excited about the premise. Actually, I probably should finish How Cool first, not to mention title it properly.
Oh, and to anyone who gets a strange parcel on their doormat in the New Year, my apologies, I haven't managed to get them to the post office yet, and I fear, despite Steve's assurances, that I've left them too late for Christmas delivery.
Well, best get back to it...
Adam decided to ball the house down in the middle of my sleep today.
Mummy thought it would be a great idea to wash his hair (hates-the shower, y'know), at about 1pm, knowing full well I was knackered after work last night, and had to come in again tonight, and Saturday nights are always murder, what with the drunks, and brats, and Sunday paper inserts.
Took me at least a full two hours to get back to sleep.
Steve was and is fuming, even his Mum had a go at his sister on my bedraggled behalf.
Well, here now.
Listening to Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Worked really hard, and have everything done early, so I'm having a cuppa while the floor dries, before I tidy round the shelves. Thing is, I am having throat troubles so I had a Strepsil.
Ever drank coffee with a numb throat? We-ird. Like, I can tell its hot, because the cup/drink touches my lips, but I can't feel it going down.
Well, I can, but not like I should. It's hard to explain, but amusing all the same.
Had an idea for a story yesterday, whilst wrapping presents. Top secret atm, since I'm still ruminating (had the idea for How Cool for months before I decided to do it for Nano, hence the extensive planning in October of that year ;)), but I'm excited about the premise. Actually, I probably should finish How Cool first, not to mention title it properly.
Oh, and to anyone who gets a strange parcel on their doormat in the New Year, my apologies, I haven't managed to get them to the post office yet, and I fear, despite Steve's assurances, that I've left them too late for Christmas delivery.
Well, best get back to it...