Simple as

I managed to catch up with the lack of sleep from Saturday night and slept fairly well last night, but today was hard work and I needed to be rested in body and in mind.
I know I have this necessity in me to make every minute count in my life, but sometimes I just wish the hours would just slow right down and let me catch up as today was full on.
I agree to things sometimes without thinking things through first I know that, but that wasn't really the case today.
Today was a form filling day. Tax forms that I didn't understand, especially one section, so I rang the helpline for advice. I waited for nearly an hour in a queue. I had eaten my porridge, drank my tea, put on my make up and played the fish game on my mobile and all one handed, while I waited and waited and wantedsomeone to just talk to me.
Zilch.
I gave up in the end and did a bit of guess work. A kind of ennie, meanie, miney, mo, so I do hope that I won't be having a complimentary holiday thanks to HM prison services!
I now have to go to see the doctor tomorrow to get yet another sick note as they wouldn't do it over the phone. What a waste of an appointment, when a real need could be seen.
I then have to send that off and then fill out more forms to sort out my rent and council rebates. I loathe forms as I just can't take in the written information, never could and now I'm worse since lacking oxygen.
I found myself crying with frustration.
Rehab was hard work today, which some times is good as it gives you feel good endorphins, but not today. Some exercises I did better than normal in and others I really struggled with and really just wanted to go home to sleep, but no such luxury.
I had yet more shopping for my mother, plus I had to take her steps back to her bungalow from mine, so I tried to do it in one journey. Not my best idea I know. Also I saw her recycling waiting to go out from her front door to by her hedge ready for tomorrow morning, so I tried to do it on route.
Did I get thanks? No: I got my mother telling me to hurry up because my eldest sister was on the phone and wanted to speak to me and I shouldn't wear soft shoes and creep up on her! When I told her to hold on as I was balancing the steps, she shouted at me to hurry up and told my sister that I was in a bad mood.
Great, I felt like Cinderella with a broom up my arse and my next trick after listening to my sister bleating on about how hard she had it with her mother-in-law, who incidentally lives about six hours away from her and she only sees about twice a year... was staring at my mother's privates while I put cream on her under belly again.
Yay!
At least I saw my youngest for coffee before he zoomed off again on his last leg of his tour and maybe I shouldn't have gone to the cinema at lunchtime, but you are dead a long time, so make each minute count I say and the next person that tells me that it must be nice not having anything to do now I've retired, I'll chin... simple as!

Lots of love Debbie x