Should really go and get the nappy bag out of the car, it has a bomb in it, and my car will be festering up an almighty stench, but I'm in my jammies already and it's cold out. I'll send the bomb squad in, in the morning.
Should put a load of washing on, but there are monsters in the laundry. Maybe.
Should put away my shoes that Harvs pulled out of the cupboard today thanks to his fetish for dressing up in heels and Dave's orange hi-vis shirts, but I tried the Force and it's not working, so I'd have to get up.
Should wash my face, but it'll still be there in the morning. Unfortunately.
Should stop clenching my teeth, it's really hurting my jaw, but I keep forgetting. Could let my mouth hang open like a slack-jawed yokel, but then, perhaps a perpetual headache is a price worth paying.
Should change the sheets - I'm lying on a whole heap of tiny nuggets of chewed muesli bar. It's not as soothing as you might think.
Should clean the mirrors. Not likely. It might upset the children if they could actually see themselves instead of their greasy handprints.
Should get up early tomorrow and go to the gym, but it's my day off, my kid-free Thursday, and if by some miracle the Lord decides to grant me healthy fit-for-school-and-daycare children, then I am going to sloth it out in bed for as long as possible.
Should be feeling extremely guilty about this list, but a confession is about as good as an absolution.
Should...
Stupid word really, it hasn't changed anything at all.
M x
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