Friday, I'm in love - the sick note

If your week has felt off-kilter, then know that the productivity peak of mine was scraping snail shit off a bird feeder

By the time last week’s pre-scheduled missive was landing in your inbox, I was floundering. The timing for this ill-fated combination of flu and plummeting hormones couldn’t have been worse, colliding as it did with a(nother) spell of solo parent-caring. Needless to say, it was not my best self that landed in my husband’s DMs on the final morning of his…