It's just all too hard ...

It's cold.

If I ask the rugrats to do anything, anything at all, they either ignore me completely, or argue with me.

My husband is away.

I dusted the kitchen last night, but the fire exploded this morning and there's now grime all over everything again.

And I just checked my email to find that the motel I'd booked for this weekend has over-booked so "sorry, there's no room at the inn".

I'm going to bed.