There Will Be Turkey!


I worked late last night  - Christmas overtime. It seemed a great idea in theory. Hell knows I need the cash. I mean I haven't even began my Christmas shopping apart from some chocolate coins and an advent calendar. Oh yeah, I forgot about the disposable Christmas  table cover from Lidl. Fancy. Only the best for my family! no holds barred.
Anyway back to the overtime. I work in the Mail Centre in Portlaoise. It's hard, it's dusty, dirty and at times goddamn soul destroying for a sensitive soul like myself. But the money is good and the evening hours meant that I could have the days with my children rather than stick them in childcare.
I recently applied for job share and this means that I only do half the hours so I have a nice bit of time at home with the kids and my husband sitting by the fire, drinking wine occasionally (who am I kidding with the occasionally shit?). I get to watch crap like I'm a Celebrity (guilty pleasure) read, and do some decent writing. It's great except for the only getting half the wages part! So crazy woman went and put herself down for lots and lots of late overtime and is now regretting it big time. But needs must. We shan't starve, there will be turkey! But .....Nightmare!!!
So I am going around like a zombie, my back is killing me and I've nearly got through a tube of Voltarol (rubbing it on rather than consuming it) and I've only done one bloody night.
Mind over matter, I will be strong; I will survive this. Though I may have to self medicate.