Far from my usual self, I'm actually rather p*ssed at WAW today. Here it is, the end of the day, the last weekend she will live in this house, with these kids, and she's managed to concoct a half-dozen reasons to be out and to be out at least half the day tomorrow. She takes the opportunity - rather gleefully, I might add - to absent herself instead of doing what is presumably (to her) the intolerably hard work of being a mother - and with me home. Is it any wonder that I question her skillset from time-to-time. But then this is typical for her - anything to be out of the house, away from the kids, and on her own, a pattern since 2004 at least.
