H is on two weeks holiday. That means his skulking around here far too often for my liking-then disappearing for hours on end with a barely mumbled "I`m off to town"
The past two mornings he came into my bed before the kids got up. I `slept` on and realised this am the only reason he`s coming in is to continue the pretence to the kids that he`s sleeping with Mummy.
Honestly, its so frustrating and insulting at this point. I really feel like bawling him out of it and throwing in the DB towel.
I`m GALing. As best I can. Find myself very drained by it all though.
Wearing nice clothes, looking my best, looking after the kids. But etting the housework slide(a 180 for me!). Haven`t the energy for it all.
