Oh lordy, I am tired.

No particular reason. Just am.

I guess there is a lot going on. I am preparing mentally for the big move which happens in two weeks. I am also preparing physically for the big move by boxing stuff up here and there. 

And then there has been the reality of two snot-nosed punks – aka LD and Zee. Demanding little fuckers at the best of times, add a head cold to the mix and prepare to drink your weight in wine just to get through the day….I mean, night.

Anyhoo, Daddy worked today so I was home alone – again. I took refuge at the house of some dear friends – which ultimately means I walked in, released the children and then sat on their couch flicking through magazines that had been quite helpfully left lying around.

Then, they bought me pizza for lunch.

So I love them.

And that's all the news that's fit to print….ie/ I'm too tired to go on.

Stevie, the hubs half of the dear friends (wifey half is Saucy – remember her?) took some snaps for our family portrait this week. Hurrah!

Goodnight, sweethearts…