Imagine, it’s the end of the summer holidays, you’ve had your toddler about 35% of it. You’ve had your 13, 16, 18 in full time work, your 9 year old is 50% at their Dads, your 12 year old is never in. Your Husband has either got the sack or left work but is at home to skivvy and permanently follow you like a dog, all day every day. You have a cleaner, a dog Walker for your actual dogs not the husband. BFF PA Jo who does everything but wash your arse because you’ve got a device that washes and dries it for you. You permanently shop, it’s literally all you do, shop and eat.
Then right at the end of your 25th break in 8 months. Even though during the holidays and beyond, you’ve had several ‘friends,’ not just dating but living in your home. Your ditzy fucking 40 year old head goes “I miss friend dates.”
She wrecks my mind!