Ugh I hate this day in school holidays. I'm trying to prepare dinner for tonight and DH and Toxic BM has not communicated to each other when she is arriving to pick the the skids. How hard is it to send a text and ask her?? DH just said to cook for them because no doubt she won't rock up till later tonight. It's supposed to be 3pm?? The time is 2.41pm as I type this! She better rock up and pick them up. It's their first day of school back tomorrow and she already texted earlier this week trying to get out of it but I put my foot down. I would be the one organising it if DH said yes, and it's her bloody day to have them. For once she can be a parent and organise them for the start of the school year. Im sick of us doing it. She better arrive soon or DH better text her! Grrr. Anyway that's my rant.
I don't know if it's my hormones or the fact I'm so sick of having them in the house 7 says straight this week, but Lord give me strength not to throw this kitchen knife into the wall.