Venting. Tough start to the day with D16. She is SO angry at me for being nice and friendly to H.
She insists I should make him do the right thing - i.e. MAKE him come back to us, give us more money to make our lives easier, or else rip him a new one for what he has done.
She threw a massive tantrum and refused to go to school.
Eventually talked her down but it ruined my day and my fragile equilibrium.
Then, this afternoon, H shows up to drop the kids off from school.
He's all friendly and nice and stops to do some homework.
Accepts my offer of a beer. I stay out of the way, but he is happy to call me in to discuss how the teacher is wrong with some of her maths answers (she wasn't, actually - one is not a prime number, it turns out, when I checked on the net).
Anyway, he jazzed the kids and the dog up and then left. And I have to cope with the aftermath. Two teenagers who are so wired from seeing their daddy and a puppy that's been put totally on edge. H skips off to do goodness knows what, and I'm left with school bags to put away, kids to calm down, a dog to pacify, dinner to cook and homework to supervise.
He asked if he could have his slippers as he left - saying that it's getting cold now. I put a big smile on my face and went and got them and made a joke - i'd always told him he looked like Mr Toad in them, and he smiled.
