My partner has what we suspect is food poisoning, off a takeaway we got. He ate alot more than me or Moneky and a week later is still suffering.
Normally he does the school run in the morning, but on Thursday he asked if I could do it.
Big girl pants on and I can do this, so an hour later than we should have left, I finally got out the flat and got monkey to school. He was not an impressed bunny. To be fair nor were his school.
By the time I got home I was so very very tired again. In the end I ended up crawling back to bed.
I know I did it and that is something to be proud of, but I can’t keep this motivation going. We have tomorrow left and then the weekend, were I don’t have to leave the flat.