As I type this entry up, Mammy2 is boarding a plane to Montreal. She has a 3 hour stopover in Toronto, enough time to get a fridge magnet I feel. The kid started school this morning and I have to say it almost felt like a regular household this morning. Her shouting in from the
School starts tomorrow. Say a prayer for my well being around 5.30 tomorrow evening when I return from work and listen to her tirade. Mammy2 is conviently on a work trip to Montreal until Sunday. If I didn’t know any better I’d say she planned this whole thing. By the time she returns I have
She’s been back a week now and its taking some adjusting to having her back in our lives. That said, I seem to have adjusted a wee bit better then Mammy2 god bless her. Then again it could be PMT. Either way, we survived the weekend which was a start. The kid was in foul
She’s been gone a grand total of 6 days. And whilst we feel a tad bit guilty about enjoying the break so much, we can appease that somewhat by knowing she’s having a ball over there.
She flew out to Holland on the Thursday evening and was supposed to come back on the Friday night
She’s pmting. its quite scary when you enter a room and her head turns ala Regan. I regret the fact that the nearest church with holy water is a good 20 minute walk from me. Since breaking up with the gf, she has become a recluse, or she’d like to think she’s a recluse. The
