Got up at six thirty. Fed and dressed the kids and myself. Full face of makeup. Drove little boy to school. Housework. Drafted application for a writing competition. More housework. Picked up little boy from school and dropped baby girl at nursery. Rehearsed for a concert on Wednesday night. Drank coffee with my sister. Watched The Handmaid’s Tale recorded from Sunday, on the sofa, with my husband. Finished writing application, made dinner. More housework. Three loads of washing. Fed baby girl. Bathed them both and put them to bed. Sat down and wrote this.
Fuck you, slavering black dog. I’m not stopping.