"I get knocked down, but I get up again"

8 long hours of work, mostly trying to put anxious family members at ease.

I’m exhausted.

I race home to be here for the Coles groceries delivery. They are an hour late. FFS. I could have caught the train home but I sprang for an uber so that I wouldn’t be late but oh yes, Coles – feel free to just rock up whenever the hell you feel like it. Great.

Wearily, I carry the bags in and unpack everything. I must have been high (jks) when I ordered these items…nothing makes sense or goes together to make a complete meal. Awesome.

I make the bed, put a load of laundry on, a load in the dryer and fold the mountain of clean clothes on our dining table with tears welling up my eyes.

I’m sooo tired, God.

When does this stop?!?

I just want to cry, I really do.