Tired because sleeping is hard and my brain won't shut off.
Tired because four kids and the subsequent mundane bollocks of such activities as Tesco. I really really resent spending precious life moments fucking food shopping in the monstrosity of the mega market.
Tired because admin and bureaucracy.
Tired because it feels like my head will explode with one more bloody Oxford-ism. I swear academia mostly involves learning multiple pretentious words to describe a few simple-ish concepts in a thousand different ways. Except philosophy. Fuck philosophy.
Tired because I have been fielding seizure related phonecalls from school today. B's epilepsy is an arse right now.
Tired because this past weekend revolved around trying to look after a very manic, very unsettled little boy. The consequence? My hands are covered in scratch marks, and anywhere on my body that's B-reachable bears some kind of bruise. Exhausted because life.
I'm also sad today. I sat in…