So Sunday lunches have been going well - time to prep, casual convo, and I can stay awake. But friends from Melbourne, a double booking, a vegetarian, a new girlfriend and a raving carnivore - and it was for dinner.
Was pretty un-fun. By the time everyone was fed and I extracted myself from the kitchen, it was terribly late - at least 9.30pm, and I could barely keep my eyes open.
I also feel bad for Mr B, who really only gets to see me after 6pm (zombie lady), or on weekends (hey! a babysitter! well, I have to go here, and then I might just pop out there, and then, and then, oh, you're going to vacuum, let me get out of your way).
When will I stop feeling tired?
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