Every day I get things done. But I know in my heart that what I am really doing is just rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic. And there is truly nothing I can do about it. Each day is one day closer to true Hell.
Very stressful. Years ago, in fact when my son was only four months old, I had my house repossessed, split up with my partner and life seemed like hell. But, believe or not, you can and do come through it. When you admit to yourself you have these burdens, you eventually find your way around them. When I say seemed like hell, I mean, the stress about what was gonna happen, was not as bad as the reality. That probably makes no sense at all does it.
I've just spent the last 2 1/2 hours tying ribbon bows around the naughty bits on the naked man and lady pens (you know, the ones that are wearing underwear until you turn the pen upside down and the clothing disappears, leaving the character nude).
One of my daughters is getting married next week and she bought them as novelty wedding souvenirs for the guests. There will be children and old people at the wedding, so we thought we would cover the modesty of the naked pen people lol.
I have had to lovingly rescue my hamster from the curtains. He climbs almost to the top with no hope of getting down. He is not the sharpest knife in the drawer Now he is digging in one of my sofas, and my border collie would just love the opportunity to play with him. Can't let her, she plays rough.