I think I've hit some kind of odd burn out point, obviously bouncing around like a crazy person all of last week has taken its toll. The fact that I'm working upstairs can't be helping, I see roughly 1 person every 15 minutes, sometimes a customer, sometimes a colleague and at the end of the day I tend to see no-one from 4.30 until 5.25 when some annoying bastard will come in and try to spend 15 minutes ordering a book.
So I've been doing lots of thinking about lots of different things. The fact that I'm happy to spend time with A. and it feels really nice to be cared about even though lots of people keep telling me its too early to start seeing someone else. The fact that I have a gynae consult next week to try to find out why I had those two miscarriages. The fact I'm trying not to think about the future regarding A. but have to think about the future regarding work and having a lodger.
Plus the cats just broke my favourite favourite vase that was a wedding present from Mo, the lady who drove my mother to the hospital while she was having me. So I am grumpy at the cats, and grumpy at the fact the Yeti is popping round to get his post, and grumpy at the fact I'm going through phone credit so fast, and grumpy at the fact that A. is working tonight and I just really want a hug.
Meh as my sister would say.
I think I shall eat some nice lasagna, some more Gu pudding and snuggle up on the sofa to watch some tv. After I've done the washing-up and hoovered though, somehow I didn't do any housework at the weekend.
(I don't know why I'm always so grumpy on Thursdays either).