I am having one of those days when all of my resolutions have gone out the window and I would rather be in bed. This pregnancy has done a number on me and I do get days when I really just want to curl up in bed with some magazines and nourishing broth.
After spending the early morning trying to convince my 4 year old to watch cartoons and let Mummy sleep in a bit longer (and failing miserably). Then I had a go at my Other Half who was having a lie in. I stumbled out of bed to fight with my Internet banking (I had forgotten my password and am now locked out). Then I struggled with a few call centres trying to pay my bills, which was also fruitless since I seem to have forgotten a few more passwords and "special reminders."
Then I spent a few hours in the hospital to see the specialists about Baby #2, only to have my blood pressure checked and given three more appointments with three different departments. I spent money in the shop on a drink, snack, magazine (research of course), and lottery tickets. Then £3 on parking.
Came home to take a nap and woke up to find my son already gone to bed.
So no quality family meals, spent money, didn't pay money to my credit card, and very little joy.
The good news is that my new magazine outlines 4 weeks to the new you. So when I can get my glasses fixed (which broke yesterday), and can think straight I might have a go. Tomorrow is another day.