Dirty midnight feasts and Emotional Turbulence

This morning feels a very long time ago. It's been an emotionally turbulent day.

But first, last night I had a massive craving for some bad food. A frugal Facebook group helped me out with the suggestion of a banana sandwich sprinkled with sugar and fried. Oh my word, it was the best dirty midnight feast!

This morning I made pancakes because the porridge is almost gone. Matt declared that "no one can be sad with pancakes, they're like anti depressants." So I guess he was happy!

Sophie spent most of the morning laying under a blanket proclaiming my shortcomings as a mother. Which was nice! I'm not sure if it's hormones, hunger or a combination but we are both a little fractious this week.

I had a significant day, in that I signed all the paperwork to BUY A HOUSE! I was on top of the world before I went. I've wanted this for so long and our new house is perfect. But the solicitor wants a more thorough survey doing because of some internal walls being removed. Which means I can't give notice on our lease yet. Which bummed me out a bit. We have a house inspection tomorrow I was hoping to cancel. They've been unnecessarily thorough previously. Complaining about every mark on the wall, every bit of clutter even. They just make me so stressed and anxious. So a great week to have it! We can't even celebrate when it's over.

When I got back from the solicitors I had a few work calls to take. So lunch ended up being about 3pm. I was ready for it! Lentil soup, lentil iroog (again!!) and that 5p salad which is still going strong.

Tea was the stirfry veg - 10p which was marked down on Sunday, I can't believe how good it still is. No slimy bits at all. Noodles - 1.05 (5 packs), and chicken 85p for the others. I did loads and it went down well! I'd add 10p again for a bit of garlic, ginger and soy sauce.

I have been desperate for a long hot bath since yesterday. And since the plumber came earlier, I cracked open a new bottle of Radox (the actual brand!) and ran a super bubbly bath.

Which was not hot.

Gutted.

I climbed in anyway and Les found me, crying a bit (a lot) in a half filled, lukewarm bath. Not my finest moment of the challenge but it was just the final straw. I just wanted a bath! I ALWAYS cry on day 3. As the stress and monotony really kick in. I don't know if it's blood sugar or vitamins or what, but it's crap! And I know it's only for 5 days. And I know it's going to benefit others. I don't know how long I could do this for no reason other than being skint. Worry about the kids diet, not wanting to eat until I know they've had enough. It's not a nice way to live and it is all consuming.

Les did some voodoo magic on the boiler coz "that's what boys are for" and Hey Presto! Hot water! I finally got my bubble bath.

I feel refreshed from it but I'm still exhausted. Usually the night before the house inspection I would be rushing round cleaning grout with a toothpaste and scrubbing windowsills. Tonight I can't care enough. Luckily Les is fixing everything. Which is just as well!

I dunno what the total is. But it's less than £20. :) until tomorrow...