In the UK - PT21 feeling stuck

[Huddy]

Having had the kids all week, W called to pick them up a few hours early. That's fine, she's going to her parents tomorrow and it's a long drive.

Kids have been fine all week, but my S can get a bit edgy with his autism. He is on a medicine that controls his concentration, but it has a by product of supressing his appetite. He has lost a bit of weight, so, I haven't been giving him this medicine until he's had some food.

Ah, that is the spewing point for W! When she arrives, my S has a mild tantrum, and of course, that's my fault! Nothing to do with the fact that the kids have had great fun, and tell me how much they miss and love me as they are leaving.

W only called them once during the week, and was pleasant, as she was when she brought them over, but she's back to spewing monster. Oh well, I did think that part of the process was over and now she's off to her parents and SIL to ramp up the anti huddy feeling.

Anyway, I'm going to catch up with some TV I couldn't watch with the kids here (you know, swearing in it) and have a bit of a rest. I've re-grown my beard this week. I shaved it off in August 2015, as W used to love me having a beard, and I did it in a fit of pique. Actually, I detest shaving, with a passion, and I'm fed up with slicing my neck to shreds! It's coming on, and when I get a chance next week, I will get it blended in to the remains of my hair. Funnily, W didn't look at me once whilst she was here, until she spewed on her way out - funny that!