Got that Friday feeling

As the title suggests I indeed have that Friday feeling of being completely shattered and ready to sleep for 24 hours.

Once again I got only half a night's sleep. Hannah came into our bed at silly o'clock and I was too tired to move.

Day went like this...

Sprint to nursery to drop Mark off.

Sprint to Royal Bean for coffee and breakfast and brief chat with husband.

Sprint to Hannah's school to watch three short plays (one about a boy who was determined to find the willies).

Sprint to work, spend the day with my head exploding thinking about how to improve work processes and trying to track down links to our pages, latest versions of documents, and some sense of being in control.

Having calmed down somewhat, drive home at about 80mph to pick up the children, who were all soaking from playing in the snow and needed a change of clothes.

Sprint to the Muddy Rudder for dinner - rather nice actually, will definitely be going there again, especially the bit where Hannah sang along to the pianist.

Meander home via Blockbuster, relishing the peace that comes when the children are in another car.

Try to deal with manic overtired crazed noisy rumbunctious children while setting up their mattresses in our bedroom - heck if they're going to sleep in my room they at least get their own beds.

Put all three children in our bed, switch on electric blanket (trying to make them comfy, not kill them, honest), and put a video on for them.

Collapse on settee at 7.45pm.

At some point I will brush their teeth and try to move them into their own beds, but for now I've had a Gray Goose and tonic, and am thinking about having another...