Monday: I open the fridge to get milk for my coffee and realise we’re out of milk. And coffee. And bread. And food in general. I announce we’re having dry cereal for breakfast and stale wraps for lunch. The girls inform me they got up early and had fried eggs on toast (hence the lack of bread) and Caramellos from their advent calendars. Miss 16 wanders past me sipping an incredible-looking iced coffee with the last of our milk and coffee and what looks to be Hubby’s $14-a-litre café latte ice-cream and tells me it’s my fault for sleeping in until seven. I remind myself I can’t afford boarding school and that there’s coffee at work. I pack Miss 16 the stalest wrap in her lunchbox.

Tuesday: I have a medical appointment that I’m freaking out about, so I tel