Well hellllllloooooooo my darlings. Have I got an update for you...there's drama, tension, a tantrum or three, and some amazing Gellerisms.
Firstly - congratulations to Mini Pointy (delighted to hear of the moving forward positively) and to everyone that has had exam results this week - I hope they all got what they wanted and needed...if not, they don't define you, I completely fucked up my A levels and I've done alright in life professionally speaking...
Dartmoor, there's a national shortage! I've a drawerful though... shout if you want me to send it down 
Many many thanks for all the running advice too. Sadly I'm not near Surrey, nor am I in my 50s
, but I did try both intervals AND running slower and more mindfully this week. And my mojo has come back! I had a great 5 mile run yesterday. Not going to push it today, going to do some yoga instead, but feels like I've broken a bit of a barrier. Also lost my holiday weight, so all is good.
Phew.
Right. Buckle up.
To begin with, he had a tantrum on my doorstep last week over a DVD. Yes, you read that right. The kids have DVD players for the back of the car. He couldn't understand why I didn't know or care where the case was for one. I just stood back and watched as this grown man almost cried over the fact he couldn't find the box and where did it go and what if it gets scratched and how could I deal with it and why wasn't I helping him.
He was practically hopping on the drive in his ridiculous shorts, socks and trainers combination. I shut the door on him.
Because I wouldn't engage, other things have ramped up.
I bloody KNEW he was up to something. Some of you may remember I went over there to sort something out for the kids because he couldn't be bothered, and I was all dressed up because I was going to the food festival with one of my girlfriends. The Dollies came back from that weekend asking me who I was seeing, who I'd been spending time with etc.
Intertwined with this is the fact that he hasn't replied to the solicitors letter. I ended up messaging him last week and asking him about it because it has now been 8 weeks which is bloody ridiculous. It's yet more control.
He replied to say that he hadn't been able to respond as he'd been 'providing childcare' (aka having his children for 5 days!) and his solicitor had been on holiday. Not for 7 weeks she hasn't sunshine... and that he would 'expedite his response shortly'.
I found out from a friend at the start of the week that he's been organising playdates whilst he's got the kids and then grilling the parents on whether or not I'm dating, who I'm seeing, am I sleeping with anyone. They are all shutting him down fairly sharpish. Interestingly, 2 of them have said that they thought he was angry, not that he was upset.
We sent the letter to his solicitor the week I went to the food festival. So it all fits together nicely - he's trying to punish me.
He's sent the usual prattish emails about stuff for the kids which I have mostly ignored, except for going back with 'noted' under each comment - genius, whoever gave me that tip!
Sorting out various admin bits this week I thought I'd better confirm Christmas. I'm taking control, not waiting for him to deal with it.
First off he tried to change the half term contact times around due to tide times as he's going to take them to see the Poisoned Dwarf. Again. Which they are getting very bored with. Interestingly, she never comes here. I don't think she's even been to his house. Which, when I used to have her to stay 3 or 4 times a year, says a lot.
So I pushed back on that. I took the opportunity to confirm the Christmas arrangements...he has hit the roof.
This year, Christmas falls on all his contact days if we stick to the same pattern. I'm very happy for him to have the kids this year and I'll do a separate Christmas for them with my family. This is not in any way linked to the fact that I've managed Christmas totally for the last ten years and want to see him fuck up. Remember last year when he wouldn't let me go to church nor would he help with a tree? Scrooge.
So I told him that he is having the children for Christmas, it all falls on his contact days and makes sense they stay in one place and aren't pulled between us. You would think most separated fathers would be absolutely delighted, over the moon and appreciative.
HAHAHAHAHA
I have had an email ranting about it, which ends:
Having said all the above, may I think about it? Can I have some space to think about Xmas, and then discuss with you in September. In truth I'm not sure what I think, and feel I need to sit quietly and contemplate it.
WHAT A DICK.
It's all about him as usual. What he ACTUALLY means is 'I can't be bothered to do a Christmas meal and who will sort out their stockings and what about presents and making the day special and decorating the house and WAH be my little wife'
Well, I've news for him. I'm not doing it. Sitting through Christmas Day with him last year nearly killed me, as you know. The worm has turned. It sounds like he can't be bothered. I'm not enabling his rubbish parenting any longer. If he can't do it, either I'll have them and no he's not coming, or he needs to go to a hotel or hire a nanny or get his mother, the least joyful woman on the planet, to help.