OH gone to get his kids 150 miles away - I've run around like a twat all day getting beds ready, sorting out his mums b'day card
getting a fire guard for the fire as its the first time they've been here where the weather might present a possibility of having an open fire amongst various other things (oh like going to work) he texts me to say he was just at school picking them up at about 3 I presumed this meant he was on his way (as it usually does) so figured he would be here 6 or 7ish.
Got stuff for dinner on way home, started cooking dinner then he phone at 5pm, he hasn't even left yet as he has been dicking about running his ex around (who by the way he always moans about and is a PITA and who he gave the money for driving lessons but she spent it on fags and booze
so still cannot drive).
I'm really pissed off and told him so as he'll spend all of Sunday driving them back and then he'll go back to where he lives for the week. He said fine he'll get a hotel and stay there - to which I said fine and hung up :( I now don't know what the fuck is going on and wonder if AIBU to chuck dinner in the bin and just go straight on to the wine I bought?
I told him