Bathroom

Up.
Breakfasts.
School.
Food shopping.
Work call.
Washing.
Tidying.
Paying Tax and various other bills.
Bath.
Shower.
Downloading This American Life.
Picking kids up.
Homework.
Cheesy pasta (Rose & Me) / pesto & olives & cheese (David).
Loads of other mini pishy jobs that keep cropping up when you're hanging round the feckin' house all day.

Basically, the result of today is that I now know that I find bubble baths too be far too 'busy'. A bit much, if you will. It was also too hot. So I got out and sent a rude photo to someone involving my body and residual bubbles. That made it worthwhile.

Bit fucked off with the work situation. In fact, I'm really fucked off. Mainly with the agent and, annoyingly, myself for taking such a risk. Shit will work out. It always does. But that doesn't make it any less stressful.

Tomorrow, I will give myself some time to just fucking chill out. Something I feel I've not managed to do since I finished up work at the end of July. Been on holiday? Yep. But I haven't just fucking chilled out.

Will attempt that tomorrow.