April 26: Tired

I'm sorry to be so very very dull... and to whinge.. but I am just so very very tired. Do I need more iron in my blood, I wonder... as you do when you are this tired. Would it do me some good? I may crawl to my nearest iron-ore mine and start licking the walls. I'm so tired, I have not even the energy to fill my dishwasher (actually, I often struggle with this but today more than ever). My house is just filthy; covered in a layer of cement-dust from the building work. And an extra layer of my mess - and Bump's - everywhere you look. I do not know where to start. At the moment, my sofa comprises a moses basket, a cot mattress, a buggy, a blanket, a painting and a hoover nozzle. If I look hard, perhaps I will find some mice have moved in and are nesting among the cushions. I do not care that I do not have a sofa. I will sit on the floor. Or lie on the floor. I will sleep on the floor. The builders won't mind stepping over my whale-like carcass on their way to the garden, I'm sure. I could go upstairs to sleep but it is worse. Bump's room is a dumping ground. He / she better not come early or they will be forced to live in the shed. Do you think I can get a cleaner? It's only me here. Is that acceptable? On the grounds of exhaustion? Or would-rather-sleep-in-the-sun-tion. Or simply-can't-be-bothered-tion? It's just so dull - cleaning. Perhaps it's a good job I have messed-up and am not confined to a life as a 'house-wife'. I cannot clean. I cannot iron. I cannot cook. I cannot stay awake. Imagine someone had taken me on as an 'all-singing, all-dancing wifey' in the olden days. I'd have been sacked in no time.