To hold it together. Have just been reduced to tears by a duvet cover. Tigerboy threw up on the one on the bed, and somehow the duvet got twisted as I tried to put the new one on and I just stood there in tears.
It’s late. I’m tired. The muscle I’d pulled yesterday is still hurting me. My children are wide awake and I’m not.
I saw my parents this weekend. And I realised something. I don’t know how it works for everyone else, but I seem to have missed the bit where someone whispers the secret to adulthood. There was a time when I worked for the bank when I thought I’d got to grips with it all, but it seems to have slipped away from me.
I’m too tired to make sense tonight.
Defeated by a blogpost as well as a duvet cover.





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