We're buying a flat (YAY!) before the 11th April and then after the 11th April we will start decorating and moving and all that stuff that is involved in moving. Before the move there is a shed load of stuff to do. To ward off the stress headache that is threatening to become a migraine, we brainstormed it all on a giant post it this morning. Oh, I kid ye not the post it is giant, see...
This week the Frog is on a business trip for the whole week. He's not even been gone four hours and already I'm moping around like a sad sop. I'm watching the bubba from the kitchen as I wash up and she gives Dimple the polar bear time out for who knows what and I'm thinking awww the Frog is missing this. I cannot do this. I cannot do this all week and fritter away this precious writing time. So, business, business, business.
Sunday: nap time: 400 words. (I'm being realistic, I am after all a single parent this week- and I'm revising, 1666 is all well and good, but they tended to be on the crap side).
Monday: eat with the bubba and do NOT snack on evil goodies afterwards - 250 words
Tuesday: eat with the bubba and do NOT snack on evil goodies afterwards - 250 words
Wednesday: eat with the bubba and do NOT snack on evil goodies afterwards - 250 words
Thursday: eat with the bubba and do NOT snack on evil goodies afterwards - 100 words (it's staff meeting night and I'm brain dead).
Friday: Do NOT leave your keys at work like you did last year! Go out have fun and don't get drunk* or you will wake up with a hangover and the Frog will not be home to save you in the morning.
That sounds reasonable? No?
*Remember that nowadays you get drunk on two glasses (especially if it's bad wine, maybe you should stick to beer).