I hate days like today. Days when I’ve run, washed, shopped, cooked, read books to children, sorted, tidied, thrown things out, watered plants, been present and still feel like I’ve got nowhere.
My back hurts. Not horrendously, but pretty constantly, in a niggly sort of way that just makes you feel if you could find the right stretch you could sort it out. But I can’t. So it goes on hurting. And today in a strop with myself I ate junk food till I felt faintly sick which really didn’t help at all.
So, I shall point out that I redeemed myself by making cauliflower cheese and rice pudding for tea, and now I’m going to go and see if I can persuade the overtired and whingy toddler that it’s time to go to sleep.
Tomorrow, as they say, is another day.




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