Yesterday was fun. It was very hot at the beach and so busy (even late at night in the dark). It was like being on holiday.
The surfing and yoga was great. I’m quite achey today from it (and I’ve also had a swimming lesson this afternoon, which has added to that). I am rubbish at surfing, but it was really good fun anyway. And it was lovely to be in the sea. (The salt water did wonders for my lip too).
The barbecue at the beach was great fun. I didn’t drink all that much (stuck to small cans of fairly weak cider) and stopped quite early, unlike pretty much everyone else (except one woman who was driving and doesn’t drink anyway). I’m glad about that as it meant that I was just tired this morning rather than hungover. I didn’t get home til nearly 2 (and we were on the beach the whole time)!
I did get a text from ex at about 5.15 saying: ‘Hi Unimaginative am I making dinner for DS2 tonight? Just checking as you aren’t in.’ 
. I simply responded with ‘yes’.
Then about 8.20 I got another saying: ‘Thanks for letting me know. DS2 has had gluten free quesadillas for tea and he says goodnight.’ More than a little passive aggressive, then.
Saturday was his day to look after DS2. That should mean feeding him all 3 meals (although he had the cereal and milk I bought for breakfast). And surely he should be grateful that I made myself scarce and didn’t impinge on his day.
He was annoyed tonight that he didn’t get to do superdad time before bed (he’s given this an actual name, complete with acronym, so important is it ). I just said to DS2 that it isn’t really fair to do that on his day with me and instead we’d have fun together reading and then listening to his audiobook in the dark (he loves doing that).
Ex hovered around being annoying anyway (putting DS2’s laundry away, coming up at 8.15 because he obviously thought he should get some superdad time - I sent him away); he just doesn’t want to get it because he feels so entitled to everything the way he wants it. Wanker.