I’d open my eyes at the sound of the alarm and feel nauseous with fatigue. Except that never happened at the weekend, oh no. My eyes would ping open and my brain would be saying, “Come on, get up, lots to do, come on, let’s go.” On a Monday it wasn’t even responsive. I crawled out of bed and thought about how I was going to explain my drug induced behaviour to my boss. Ugh. The calendar on my phone beeped on my dressing table reminding me it was Brendon’s paediatrician appointment. We had to go as they usually liaised well with the school on what he needed support wise. Not that anything ever changed. I’d forgotten on Friday to ask Colin if this was OK. Damn. I was sure he’d be alright with it but I knew I was taking the rise with my flexible hours at work. I got ready quickly and woke Brendon up telling him we had an appointment with Kathy. “Oh for fucks sake. I don’t want to go. Can I have the rest of the day off school after?” “No. You’ve got exams this year, so no,”
