Sometimes only a polar bear will cheer you up.
The thing is, I was all cheered up, life was looking good for a while there. My kids had stopped driving me mental and started being awesome, the weather had stopped squeezing my body from all sides, the plague on my digestive system had passed and N's collarbone was given the all clear from the hospital. He was back on his bike and I joined the gym and we were both getting fit (which ohmygod, about time). I cut my hair and bought new shoes, my best lady came to visit and then my mum too and we had a lovely lovely time. We started planning a trip by ourselves (NO CHILDREN) and then a trip with them too. Then life went a bit ugh. And it got kind of hard to enjoy any of that stuff again. But I guess that's how it goes. Life man. What's the deal? Why you got to be such a pain in the arse? Can't you just, like, be easy? Srsly.
(I keep intending to write one of those happy, grateful (American) posts, about how great life is and how many good things are happening. Because it is, and they are, but I sit down to write and all that comes out is despair and faeces. Sorry about that.)