Birthday week

Yes, I am only fertile on Queen's Birthday weekend in June. Yesterday J turned 6 and Miss I turns 9 on Sunday.

J had a lovely day. Mum arrived yesterday until Monday. I am flat chat at work- 44 hours this week, 50 something next week and 39.75 the following week. At least I will have some money for Sydney, well maybe. Don't know what I will wear in Sydney, but that is another worry for another day.

Today... started with W breaking down in front of the kids and again telling them that I was kicking him out. This led to Miss I having a horror start to the day at school which carried on throughout the day. Mum and I had facials at the beauticians which was lovely. I saw the GP and told him I had had enough of W. He told me he doesn't believe in divorce, but understnads that something has to change. W and I then saw R where W again lost it. R told him that some form of living apart sounded like a very good idea. W was sobbing and blubbering and again blaming me. He told R he might as well kill himself.

So I came out and rang P. P rang back just as I was dishing up dinner and told me we need to call a truce (I think he means W and I, not P and I as I was ready to strangle P with the telephone cord, even though we have only cordless phones!) and offered W a visit back to the funny farm in Brissy. W turned him down. P thinks that even if we separate our problems will still be there. Sure my thesis won't be finished but my kids will be more stable.

I am back to wishing W would just top himself.