The messy Sunday club

I guess you could say it’s a start of the messy Sunday club, but I feel that this place started a long while ago.  This isn’t a place of messiness on a Sunday because I went out last night and was so shit faced that I’m struggling to function on a Sunday morning. Hell no, I am too frightened to ever entertain the thought of considering doing that. Frightened of enjoying some might think… figures. I am a stressy gal. I honestly believe my brain genuinely thrives, loooves the chaos. That’s why it’s the messy Sunday club. I quite honestly have a messy, delusional place of thinking. Particularly on a morning, you don't want breakfast with me, my poor husband...  The last 2 Sundays I have woken up between 5-6am with these thoughts of:                                    “social media is fuelling my already overthinking brain, maybe I need to write these things down”  I stand by and will al...