too tired to mention

Well, they're all agreed that I should put my own needs first (Dr, family, friends etc) but for the life of me I can't remember what my own needs are. I can't see beyond wanting all my kids to be independently functional - I don't know how to put the girls' lack of independence to the back of my mind while I get on and live my own life and I wouldn't want to leave them to sink or swim anyway, my darlings. But I'm not doing well and it's starting to show. Quite a lot.
The boy's OK. Chomping at the bit to be back at college, impatient to be back in a home of his own, so quite annoying. And loud - such a loud voice, waking me up this morning and launching straight into a rant about Tony Blair, before I'd had a fag or a coffee or even put my glasses on and expecting, demanding even, a considered response based on documented words and/or actions. Tough luck, buster. All I have to say about Tony Blair is that he's a lying cunt who sold the working people of this country down the river and don't even think of getting me started on the wars, all those people dead, never coming back, DEAD, and for what?
So it's a bit like that, but he's fine, my boy, and I'm really liking having him here, spending time with him.
Daughter 2's been having a good few days, which is a blessed relief. We had a bit of a wobble about the imminent S_____ Festival, which we're going to this weekend, as she doesn't want M to go, but I'm not getting into it with her about that again and now she's discovered that a girl from her college is going so she's happy. I have to say that M can be difficult, but then again, we're not easy and D2 can do whatever she likes. At 28, she's not just my daughter, she's entitled to have her own relationship, good or bad, with my friends who are right in our lives like M is. I would expect D2 not to start anything, but if M does (and she's quite capable of doing so) then, I told her, do what you like. Just don't ask me to participate. And do the washing up.

Where do my needs fit in? I'd like to have the house to myself again, but not at the price of chucking them both out, with all the ensuing repercussions - I don't want it that badly, nowhere near. I could chuck boyo out - he'd be OK with it, but he's going on Thursday anyway, so there's no point.
Ah well. I may stay in bed all day tomorrow.