Do you ever feel that your mustard is uncut? Is uncuttable? In fact, that your mustard jar is empty and you've lost your knife.
I am in a blue funk. I feel like I can't get the simplest things done. I want to make a list. I don't even seem to be able to do that. I haven't had any time to myself for several weeks and it's all going a bit beserk in the old skull. The mini-beasts have formed a lurgy tag team, today Matilda came home from school shivering with a fever. Other people seem to manage to do all sorts of things at the same time as raising their children but at the moment I scrape through feeding, clothing and loving everyone. And that's all folks. I know being a full-time mum is a full-time job and all that but I used to do a full-time job and get on with other bits. I am thoroughly underwhelmed with myself at the moment.
Could do better.