I'm up.
It's nearly 4pm which is 6am in the UK. Had a lovely day with birthday visits from family and friends (my bday was on Valentine's day - this is the nearest Sunday) Got a little tipsy on Jacob's Creek Merlot (very nice). Have loads of chocolate, other treats, reading matter, gardening stuff and little nic nacs, plus a scratchy and A$50 (about GBP25).
DH got up when they arrived at 11.45 and went back to bed just before 4pm after they left. He's got agoraphobia, depression, diabetes 2, painful hands and feet, and insomnia, which leaves him ultra tired.
I'm on a carer's pension and he's on a disability pension.
I try to be a good carer, but right now, there's a bit of anti-climax.
I want to scream and run. But we don't do we? We just, well, keep calm and carry on, like the tshirt says. If I was a good catholic and went to confession, I'd get a penance for having no interesting sins! Chance to sin would be a fine thing!!! Oh dear. I'm rambling. Must be the Merlot.....