....then you are not alone. I'm in the same boat. That's me on the starboard side clutching the baby, hollering at the two boys, wrestling with the washing machine and waving bravely at you!
The daily flow of the daily grind isn't helped by me doing daft stunts such as this:
This is the second time in as many days that the milk has been stowed in the mug cupboard.
This morning I went one step further:
I know I'm not the only one to be in a muddle and not able to function efficiently. My excuse is that I am tired. Very tired. My arms are heavy and my legs are like concrete. Yesterday I had to go back to bed an hour after getting up for a nap. Then in the afternoon I fell asleep in the garden for a few minutes and woke as I was falling off my perch. Which reminded me of the time I fell into a Japanese woman's lap on a train in Narita. I fell out of my seat as I fell asleep. I've fallen asleep lent against a duty free trolley on a night flight back from L.A. The girl I was working with pulled the cart down the aisle and I slithered to the floor.
When I get really tired I could sleep anywhere. When I get exhausted I can't sleep at all. Then I get depressed. So lets hope I stay in the tired zone. I must avoid the exhausted zone. I don't need a lot of sleep, 6 hours does me, but I can't manage when it's broken up into two halves.
You may wonder, if I have so much to do, why I am spending time writing a blog post. The simple answer is I want to complete something, something that will not get messed up and need doing again in a few hours. Something I really love to do. I know you understand!
Now I better go and make Little Cuckoo his lunch....where did I put the bloody bread??????