Yeah, I should post today. I made a new dish for dinner last night - it was okay and worth posting, I just can't be bothered writing about it. Maybe later.
Work is doing my head in. Yet another mess to clean up today. A mess created by the very same person who has created the last 3 or 4 or even 5 that I have had to clean up. It's not the end of the world but that's not the point. This one came to my attention as I was collecting the kids after work and had to be dealt with there and then. Hubby was out (and not able to be contacted) so the poor kids had to be dragged around as I made phone calls, did some begging and finally got it all sorted. We eventually got home at 6.30 with a very (un)healthy dinner from McDonalds that we ate in front of tv. Three and a half weeks till I finish; I have heaps of stuff to do before then and at the moment it can't come soon enough. Tell me again why I felt the need to work till the last minute and why I have such a ridiculous need to leave it all running perfectly?
If you hear a loud noise from up Red Dirt way it's probably just my head exploding!