Kitty has tonsilitis.
I have slept the last two nights on a paper thin mattress on the floor next to her cot because if I leave her side it makes her cry.
I have not showered because it makes her cry.
I can only eat standing up balancing the baby in one arm and a fork in the other because if I put her down it makes her cry.
My back is killing me - I blame that darn mattress and the baby who won't be put down.
My rechargeable batteries will no longer recharge so I am camera-less.
I have missed reading at school all term and that makes the small boy quite sad and me quite guilty.
There is a mountain of dirty dishes stacked so high in the sink I cannot turn on the tap. And if I am totally honest they are not contained to the sink but stacked on every possible piece of bench space in the kitchen. I send the children to the bathroom to drink out of the tap when they are thirsty.
I cannot find a single pair of clean underwear that doesn't have a hole in it.
My feet hurt - God knows why but I thought I'd just throw that one in while I am at it.
But despite all this I am happy.
My favourite show returned last night and is safely taped in the little black television box thingy just waiting for me to get one hour of peace and quiet in which to watch it.
This is the only thing that is making today bearable.