When I am tired (and in the grip of a completely unmanageable crush), I am, for want of a better expression, completely f*cking useless. On all counts. On every level.
This appears to be a fatal combination, as I’m learning quickly, a little to my detriment. Although, having said that, thus far, I have managed to be in the right place at the right time, with the right people. On a personal level, I am a bloody disaster. But, we can but hope, that my subconscious continues in this manner, and gets me to Liverpool, for the wedding at the weekend.
I am dazed, and dare I say it, confused (copyright reserved, Rankin, sometime in the 90s). I can barely think straight.
So all consumed am I, by this overwhelming exhaustion – approx. 4 hours sleep a night- (and crush), that I’m afraid I would have forgotten to:
Wake the children up
Or maybe actually dress them, but as Batman/Robin/The little mermaid/me
Take to school
Pick up from school
Tell them to go to bed/wash/shave/clean teeth. Etc.etc.
And although I have mentioned before, that all this is potentially excellent for personal discovery (read ‘zombie apocalypse’), I am not so sure that those around me, would view it like that.
And that is my ‘reasons why I don’t have kids’ #25.