Oh God

I am so, so tired.  Spent earlier, i.e.yesterday, in the shop in Malahide.  Cleared the path of ice.  Was given out to by people who said I was in their way?!  I was clearing the bloody path of 2" thick sodding ice and I'm in their way?  Give me strength.

Then had to deal with a customer who wouldn't come into the shop but insisted on ringing in to us from her car.  Outside!  

So.  It's now 12.19am on Thursday but as I haven't been to bed yet it feels like Wednesday still to me.  Have made a rubiks cube and Bernie made an Oso.   I made two ginger and date cakes and am about to start icing a Christmas Cake.  Honestly?  I want to lie down and . .  just lie down.

I haven't really seen the kids all week other than to shout 'pick that up', 'put that DOWN', 'stop fighting, pushing, shouting'.  I want to sit and relax and I won't get to do it until next week.

I'm not complaining (as such) but all mine over on Friday for Christmas dinner.  Then to himself's parents for Christmas Day.  Then to his brother for St. Stephen's Day.  I'm delighted we're so in demand but really I just want to sleep.  Play games with the boys.  Eat something that isn't toast.  And sleep.  I don't want to talk.  I'm tired.  

My arm hurts, my hand is driving me batty with it's tingly nonsense but at least I now know it's highly unlikely it's MND.  My doc. didn't laugh at me when I turned up at the surgery today and asked him 'am I dying?'.

Time to cake.  One day I'm going to pay people to make cakes under my name.  One day I'm going to have a book, a . . . can't tell you and a lie in.  

Sleep tight xx