Monday: The week starts well. My beautiful husband spends the day sending me messages of encouragement and telling me I should “do anything to make my dreams a reality”. Unfortunately, this is because I made the mistake of telling him about last night’s dream, which was about him... and rather graphic. Still, it’s nice to have support. I pack dodgy lunchboxes and do SFA at work, as is the December way. After work, I take Miss 16 to cricket and nap in my car for an hour while Hubby cooks dinner and wrangles Miss 10 at home. Teamwork.

Tuesday: I realise with horror how much work I have to do because I slacked