Someone put me out of my misery and tell me in short words (no rude ones please) why oh why anyone would bother working. Aside from money.
I am so sorry. I have whinged, whined, been ruge, hostile and angry for months about the fact that I haven't been working. Now I am and you can shove the whole concept off Sydney Harbour Bridge. I am sooooooo ungrateful.
I have worked for almost a full week now. I staggered, no joke honestly, I staggered around Marion Shopping Centre tonight. OH has a deathwish and I had to take him shopping for shorts - Guzzler's idea, I knew that man would him astray once my back was turned - and I could have slept standing up.
I passed knackered on Tuesday.
Tomorrow I expect to cry with relief, frequently, throughout the day. I am on the brink of tears now as I just think about it.
I look like something that has been dragged through a hedge backwards. I am currently the original model for a bad hair day and Sarahsmartiepants has received an SOS from me.