Thanks NYGal, yes, all we can do is keep breathing and plodding. I feel like I am plodding through each and every waking minute. It is so exhausting!
I am making sure my hair is always done when H comes round instead of just sticking it up in a 'that will do' messy bun every day and making sure I'm nicely dressed and wearing make up. (Although the nicely dressed and make up isn't a 180 really, but the hair is!). H meanwhile turns up looking awful all of the time - jogging bottoms and a baggy fleece and stubble. Clearly he's not trying to 180 me!
