I have a deadline to meet, with submitting work to a website, so that's why I have been home alone!

It is uncanny, it seems as though every time I move forward with my life, H conspires to haul me back again. Not into his life, but just kind of back into the tub with the other crabs.

Let me see, this weekend D went up Saturday morning, they were out all day eating etc, then today some folks went bobsledding and H stayed at home and worked while D went off with them. Then she comes back Sunday evening not having done any of her homework. She tells me, didn't Dad tell you? No, he did not. Coward.

These slippers are huge and in the form of tiger's claws... D likes them. Not easy to over look Do you think she deliberately chose them to be in my face?

I would love to sit H down one day (in my fantasy) and ask him if he ever puts himself in my shoes? (slippers!) Has he ANY IDEA of what this is like from MY side?

Mojo, I rang my friend three times today when I felt really bad, and got off the phone each time a little more composed.

Livnlearn



"The unexamined life is not worth living" - Socrates