Got up this morning in a psychotic mood. PMT. Could feel myself simmering as I made the sandwiches. Had a mental vision of the kids and S behind a wall of sandbags in the dining room with tin helmets on waiting on the explosion. It came at exactly 8.09 am when I opened the door of H's bedroom to a midden. Shrieked at him like a lunatic and then shut myself in the bedroom for a greet. Felt so much better. The house was quiet and the bedrooms were looking tidy as everyone went into a 'clean up quick' frenzy. I saw my motivational poster on the wall in my mind's eye. (You know the sort of posters companies put on office walls, with 'helpful' slogans to motivate their cheesed off staff). Mine had a photo of me in psycho mode with the following below.
Gets sh*t done - and quick