Primed and ready
I really feel like getting drunk, or maybe having a few, but my mouth is primed to say things my head will regret.
I just feel a little trapped. Today I wish we still lived apart, only so I could run away and hide.
Sometimes we all feel like we need a little time to ourselves. And this weekend has been my time.
Had his sons over for this long weekend. And, guess what, we get them on all the other bank holidays! I want him, to myself! It's just not going to happen.
Oh well. Better get back to cooking the lasagne for them all...
No. Domestic screw up