Baggy is totally worn out.

Note to readers (my lovely Baggees): For the avoidance of any doubt - every character in this blog is me!!! No Baggy was harmed in its writing.

Baggy's daily state!
Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Black.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 4.
Tears: No.
Pancakes (Yes/No): No.
Syns (Baggy is allowed 8-15): Ah!
Weight in her terrifying naked state (Stones and pounds): No idea.
Overall day:  💤

Apologies my lovely baggees, Clever Bird has only just realised that Creative Clara didn't blog yesterday! Hormonal Hannah is trying to remember why. It's taken her a while, but it's probably because Baggy went to bed at 8.30pm last night! Totally exhausted. Not a lot happened yesterday to make her this way, other than she really didn't feel too well. But at least number one furry was a little bit better, so that was good.

But in spite of going to bed so early, Baggy didn't wake until 10.00am! Black cloud in full force. Not helped by coming downstairs to a total and utter mess. The house looked like a squat more than a nice house - junk everywhere! Clever Bird realised that The Domestic Goddess had done a bunk once more, when she started to tackle the washing up. Counting the number of Minty Mutt feed trays that needed washing up was the clue! But while number one chilled on the sofa, Baggy set the gang into mad activity to try and distract Hannah from her cloud. The Goddess sorted the kitchen. Furry Mama fed the furries (all of them) and the featheries, then took Mint for a walk.

The Goddess then did washing, tidying and more washing, before heading off to do some food shopping. Creative Clara then spent ages adding new products to her Realuv shop.

 

 

 

Calum chilled. Baggy tried to chill. Tomorrow is another day..........