4.59am

It is Sunday morning, almsot 5am, and I've been up since around 3. At first I tried to get back to sleep, in the end gave up and got up to find out the opening hours of the nearest tyre place. of course none are open on a sunday. And i have rego due next saturday, and i'm sure the front tyres on my car won't pass, and Friday is my only day off to get the tyres done, get the rego check done, but it's also the kids cross country carnival at school and I promised I'd be there. And somehow I need to get groceries done and some semblance of house work. (Don't worry, I mean the extremely bare minimum of a load of laundry and a quick wipe down of visible surfaces) Oh! And of course uni work. Like the essay I have due.

I'm supposed to be going over to Bianca's house today to get some work done, as her house will be empty for a few hours and I can work in peace. Which was what i had planned to have here on friday, except that ruby had a bad cold and needed to stay home, so i got nothing done whatsoever. And at 8.30 that morning the boys had told me that it was a whole school sharing assembly, where each class gets up and shows some art work, and could I come? And when I said, no, not really (I always make it to every assembly that their individual classes do), they both collapsed in tears, so obviously I went.

I feel like shit and it's only the end of the 3rd week!

I guess I will get used to this juggling. My uncharitable thought for the moment is that Brett had me at home for 10 years, taking care of it all, including him. Lunches always made, clean clothes available, bills paid, appointments taken care of. I'd quite like someone to take care of me now.