17th January 2018
The children are settled back into the school & nursery routine, and just as I manage to get them out of the post-Christmas lull James announces that he’s going skiing for a week in February, which means he can’t have the children. A bit more notice would be useful but I’m determined not to get all witchety about it. He does need to consider things like this though, he’s still their father and has commitments.
However, the news of the day is the traumas of mum in the playground that I wrote about a while ago. It appears that she and her husband have been in mediation, without success, and things have now turned nasty. He’s withdrawn all of their savings and diverted his salary so she’s without any money. Needless to say, she’s spitting feathers about him in the playground. Despite James’s thoughtlessness, I am grateful that we’ve managed to remain civil with each other. We could have so easily ended up in court and at each other’s throats if our financial discussions hadn’t reached an agreement. Another mental tick for Marilyn there!