And he still can't get out of his bloody bed with them in the morning. DD has been texting since 8am. She's cold (told her to put her fleece on) , she's hungry (I packed breadsticks and bananas in their bags because this is a recurring issue ) little DD needs the loo but was warned last night to stay in her room until daddy and OW got up ( and they do what they're told cos daddy has form for lashing out) There's no point in me texting him so I sit here 100 miles away waiting for a grumpy, selfish man to get out of his bed and actually look after the children properly. And to think that he spent three years trying to prove to a court that he was fit to have them overnight.