DP is off out tonight to a local pub with one of his oldest friends who's back off to barracks on Sunday. He doesn't go out often and has been extremely busy lately plus he has just found out he starts a new full time job next month that we're all over the moon about. He should celebrate and catch up with a few pints in him.
Yet I've been crying (alone, DP doesn't know) and I've got a terrible feeling about being alone with the children tonight. I have manic depression and it's typical of anxiety and depression for me but I am being ridiculous. I really don't want to tell DP as he'll worry about me and I'll ruin his night.
Kick me up the bum please. I have chocolate, telly, internet and Netflix so it's not like I'm truly alone while the kids are asleep. I should be enjoying the quiet, yes? 