Horrible.
I took a sleeping tablet, needing a good night's sleep desperately.
Mmmm.
Some bad reaction to it followed - restless legs times gazillion.
Son#2 pitched up somewhere during the night, with bad asthma and a tantrum.
Sigh.
Again at 6, asking for a damn apple.
(Swear word, swear word)
After all the tantrums by Son#1 at grandma's yesterday, I'm kind of low on patience today.
I feel awful and sick and blooming tired, and hormonal.
Not a good combination this morning.
Now we've been sequestered to my studio, while our wonderful cleaning lady can clean our house.
Thing #1 and #2 are actually not fighting for the moment, but painting together, and not making too much of a mess.
Every now and then, Thing#1 takes a break for a Musical Moment on the keyboard.
Just what the doctor ordered.
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