Righto, LO is awake. Bugger.
Two words for my Mothers Day.
Fucking Shite. DP
Boys bought me pressies from school. DS2 gave me chocs and a book of Mothers Poetry (God, it is full of really depressing poetry! I thought it would be, "my mum is great, she lets me stay up late" no no no, tis poetry from ye olde days). DS1 gave me a plant and a biscuit. DD1 bought cake with DP.) Fucks me off that he did the bare minimum. And didn't compensate in anyway for being away on holiday which I pulled out of because of the baby).
Anyway, thats all fine, but they have consistently ignored/ganged up on me all day. I have felt significantly outnumbered. DD2 wouldn't go to sleep all day, and is having seperation issues.
In reality it has very little to do with Mothers Day but a culmination of being on my own a lot over the last 2 months (including half term).
Aren't you glad you asked now?
Oh, you didn't!
Sorry. I am offloading. But I haven't spoken to another adult today (apart from my and his mother).
But hey, tomorrows another day.
Groundhog day.
I shall take my miserable arse off here, get DD2 and read the papers, so bid you farewell.
xx