.....I'm tired and I want to go to bed....
My week has been noteworthy only because of the long hours of work - today I started at 5.30am and have just arrived home a dozen hours later after standing on my feet delivering a presentation for three hours, followed by a 200 mile journey home - all that on top of 14 hours work yesterday and the day before and twelve hour days on Monday and Tuesday. And do you know what? I'm tired.
In fact I'm so exhausted that I can't think. I want to cry. I want to sleep. Every fibre of me aches with a tiredness so deep I can feel it in my very core. I'm numb with tiredness. I don't want to feel guilty for feeling like this. I don't want to go on but I have to. Next week WILL be worse and the week after that worse again. No revelling, no parties, no fun.
David hasn't slept either for the two nights I've been away so he's not in great shape either. Mind you, if he will sleep with another woman while I'm away, that's his fault! Ha ha! Apparently she kept kicking him in the back, poor soul!