Pity party

Another tough day. Teary all morning and very down/hormonal. Had so been looking forward to a day with Audrey but couldn't bear to leave the house with my mascara-stained cheeks. I cried continuously and was an absolute mess. I lashed out at anyone that tried to help via text/phone (my sister mainly) and had a proper pity party. Am sick to death of this hormone thing now. It's the absolute pits with the depression it brings with it. Everything that is wrong seems magnified by ten on days like this.

Audrey was difficult this morning (of course) but picked up immeasurably after her lunchtime nap. Put her down straight after lunch which always seems to mean she's less grouchy than waiting until she's tired later on (I'm slowly learning).

She was lovely this afternoon and really lifted my spirits (we had a lovely hour in the park which I needed as much as she did). Jo came over for a coffee and a chat about what has been going on too. And she played with Audrey which gave me chance to make tea. My sisters have rallied and offered to start helping me more with Audrey when Angus is working - which will be wonderful if it's possible. At least something positive came from today!