Day 67 and I’m tired and just want to curl up on the couch and do NOTHING!

Instead of doing nothing all evening I’ve been doing several somethings, such as running around in the rapidly fading light trying to catch a pretty shot for today’s Instagram post after work, booking accommodation for Dublin for the weekend (sooo last-minute-dot-com as I leave tomorrow) bringing in the laundry from the line outside, cleaning the kitchen, writing this daily scribble and after this, finally, editing the hastily-taken photo and posting it on social media…

Too much!  It’s all too much cause I’m friggin’ pooped!

Since around 6 pm last night my body’s been on lock-down, providing the absolute bare minimum of physical/mental energy.  I got through work today but barely.  Thank God it wasn’t busy, I might well have fallen on a seat weeping if I’d had to do one of our manic lunch-shifts.

It’s that bone-aching weariness that can only mean one thing: hello Period!  You’re back again.  Three days early again.  It’s so great to see you again.

Ah fuck it.

Yup, cramp-town-central and a body that feels 200kg heavier.

So you know what?  I apologise to those who regularly read this and also to anyone dipping in for the first time but I’m signing off today.

I’ve got no inspiration or interesting thoughts to share with you other than the fact that I’m friggin’ wrecked.

Tomorrow is a new day and I’ll hopefully be more myself once day one is over.  But I’m not dragging this out any longer.  It’s time for me to curl up on the couch and not move until I have to crawl into my bed.

Happy international women’s day to all the ladies out there.  While I wish this post could be more inspiring given the day that’s in it, allowing myself some down-time to just rest because of having my period is probably quite apt.

Ciao darlings!

Lizzie xxxx