Washing, stairs, and really fricken tired.

Dear Diary,
I know last time I wrote I was rather unhappy and just well irritated at the raw deal I felt the world had dealt me on that particular day. I also know that I haven’t written in a couple of days but I have been both very busy and very tired. I know I owe a nice long entry today but I just cant handle that right now I’ll most probably write later anyway after I’ve had some sleep and after I’ve completed my washing mission.
Right! Here I document the fact that I kept to my word and have almost completed the entire pile of washing that has, until this day, been glaring at me reproachfully. Now all i have to do is get babies washing soaked and nicely put away but that’s not nearly as stressful as all the adult washing I’ve just managed to plough my way through. This is on top of having gone out on long trecks in to the rough world of bill paying and necessary shopping that I just couldn’t avoid.
So, I have fat feet [swollen] and a really sore back.
Cant wait for Darius to come home and massage me.
xxx