
Negotiations for the kids coming over this weekend start early because lately, raul has just been ripping the piss. The arrangement used to be sat. one weekend, sat.-sun. the next, and please, receive them before 7 because they must go to bed early what with school the next day. Except. That probably lasted about one weekend. Then it was please, receive them before 9 because, seriously, Nikos has to sleep at some point. It degenerated from there, and so last weekend it was fri.-sat.-sun., to be dropped off after 11 at night because he wouldn’t be in until then. Nikos had his first day of school this monday and he tells me that the teacher has been working really closely with him and really seems to like him.
She’s good, obviously.
And so but anyway, this meant that this weekend I should have them fri.-sat., but, just in case, I text today, and he wants them to stay the whole weekend. Again.
Now, don’t get me wrong, we love the kids, but. We spend most of the weekend at home, and the flat is rather small, and so we all go mental. Plus, they haven’t really spent time with raul that much these days (to be fair, danny doesn’t like her dad all that much right now, no matter how compassionate i assure her she is, so she couldn’t care less about spending time with him, but i really want her to patch things up with him) and Nikos loves spending time with his dad, even if it is just watching tele at home.
And so I said no. Blamed it on work this weekend. I expected him to balk at it, but he didn’t because since he refuses to speak to me, and so we have to text, negotiations become rather difficult when you are sat in an office and have to, like, work.
Did that sentence make sense? Because it did to me at first, and then it didn’t, so i moved things around a bit, until it did again, and now it kind of doesn’t again. bleargh. I have to get ready to go out and give biscuits to people we love.
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