It must be me after all

Mum has been here 24 hours and has sided with 'poor W'. I have spent hardly any time with her as I have been working and also at the full dress rehearsal for Miss I's dancing concert. I collected her from the airport and she asked if I wanted her to have a word with W. I said it would probably hurt rather than hinder. So instead she has decided that he seems quite well. Of course he hasn't lifted a finger and now she is giving him everything he asks for. So I finished work this afternoon and was told that they were at Bilo. When I got there there was a shopping trolly full of no name cans and packets. All of which W had chosen. So we have tinned fruit, tinned rice cream, biscuits, rice pops, corn flakes, tomatoes with stuff added to them, baked beans and spaghetti. There is also cordial and milo! No cleaning products that we desperately need, no tinned pulses that I use a lot, no noodles. And I was told that she will get a large tub of ice-cream later on. I probably am an ungrateful bitch, but I have been telling W for months that tinned fruit, rice cream, biscuits, cordial and milo are luxuries that we can live without. I don't know if I am more upset that W decided what we needed when he does no cooking (I suppose he will heat up the baked beans, but now he usually gets Miss I to do it) or that she felt he needed to be spoilt. I know she has paid for us to all have our hair cut in the next 10 days which will be lovely and mine is so overdue, and she gave me money for lunch today. So I am perhaps just being very ungrateful.

It is not helped that I am so exhausted. I know Mum thinks that I bring a lot of it on myself and perhaps I do. Perhaps it is me who makes W like he is.