10/11/2025
The Monday-iest Monday That Ever Mondayed.
Honestly, today has been the most Monday-iest Monday ever… and it’s not even lunchtime yet!
Last night I couldn’t sleep — maybe an hour, tops — then somehow managed to turn the volume on my phone right down, so my alarm was going off in silence this morning.
The first I knew of it was the school ringing to ask where the kids were. The vibration woke me up.
Picture Four Weddings and a Funeral, that scene where they’re all running round late for the ceremony — that was us. Absolute bedlam.
Stan’s managed to gouge his knee open, and whoever put the kettle on clearly decided to submerge it in the washing-up bowl from last night, because who ever washed up didn’t empty the water 🤢, so it blew the fuses in the kitchen. I ended up crawling under the stairs — which, by the way, is rammed full of DJ gear — trying to flip the fuse back on.
Then I had to dig out one of the spare kettles we keep for the tenancy cleans just so I could have a bloody coffee before facing the world. Still needing a bloody shower because it’s like Medusa has been reborn when I looked in the mirror to clean my teeth!
On the school run, I pulled into the shop to grab plasters for Stan’s knee. I come out feeling smug, only to realise I’d bought a box of antiseptic wipes.
Perfect.
Ended up begging the school for a plaster.
And that’s just following on from a Sunday of tech hell — can’t get into my courses, can’t get into Word, every single file and contract I own locked behind a password that insists it’s wrong even though it’s written down and right there in front of me. (Yeah I know you’re not meant to write them down but when you have to have everything fu***ng different and the key to the galaxy in the password what choice do I have).
At this point, I’m seriously tempted to go back home, crawl into bed, and start the day again when it’s time to pick the kids up.
Happy bloody Monday.