Oh boy. My head feels like it might explode in a matter of minutes, seconds even.
Fridays always feel like this. I feel like there is hardly anything left in the tank and I find it difficult to even talk. I always seem to cope pretty well through the week and then I finally realise on Fridays that it’s all a bit hard (work + baby + sleep deprivation + life in general). I always feel better come Monday though. And then the cycle starts again.
Hubby is at work and Lacey has retired to her cot. I’ve done the same. I’ve set up camp in bed and it’s not even 8pm yet. I’ve taken down the lap top, turned on the TV, climbed into my comfy PJ’s and am happily (not to mention super cosy) in bed.
I weighed myself during the week and I’ve lost another kilogram. That’s on my scales though. I cancelled my appointment tomorrow because I was going to the hairdressers (looooooong overdue) but now I am going to go next week instead. It’s too late to make another appointment, so I’ll just have to wait until next week to see the dietitian.
Anyway… it’s all very boring here.
Here’s to a relaxing, sunny weekend. x
Oh, I so hear you on that note! Fridays I just drag. Here’s to the weekend!
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