Last week I thought I was turning 39, till Lance corrected me. Seriously.
I turned 38 yesterday (thanks to those who wished me by the way, will get to your msgs!)... not 39! Was spoilt by hubby.
It's been a topsy turvy month with the flooding upstairs, due two inspections soon (so going paperwork crazy), our fertility doctor died suddenly (devastated), tax return due, mum due next week for 6 weeks so getting (now flooded!) guestroom ready, dealing with passive aggressive client (who I gave notice to), hubby battling with bone condition etc.
My head is all a muddle. Stressed.