I’m sitting by the sea, with a chicken and halloumi flat wrap on order. The sun is shining and last night I slept for ten hours.
Friday night I cried and cried. Yesterday I ran and did Pilates and sat on the beach for 4 hours with a book. I’m reading Vex King’s Good Vibes and Ferne Cotton’s Happy and I’ve had several revelations which have just rocked my world. Need to work my way through them. Today I cried on my run, it was just so beautiful and the sky so big and it all came out. Fortunately there weren’t many folks around!
I’m so pleased I came away - I feel so much better for it. I’ve caught the sun and had some time out and the weather has been glorious.
I’ve had several messages from Gellar which I’ve ignored - no missed calls though, sorry @Justilou1! The one I didn’t ignore was when he told me DD1 had deliberately kicked DD2 on the hand and he was worried about her thumb. FFS.
I’m heading back after lunch to take DD2 to have her thumb checked and redressed - was booked when I took her on Friday morning - cuts my weekend short, but I don’t trust him. Plus with Covid can’t take both of them to the hospital.
I’ve decided I’m going to try and talk to him directly. One last go. State what my minimum is and see if he will concede anything. If he won’t - court and I’m not messing around. The housing market is starting to move and I want to know what I’m doing.
Tomorrow I’m going to clean the house, do my laundry, and work my butt off. My clients deserve it.
I feel stronger than I have in a long time.