There I was this morning still in knickers and vest chasing the kids on, sorting sweaters, coats and bookbags, lunch money etc with HIM
at the front door 
goading me on while I'm mentally running through the check list. Next thing, chaos still reigns and now the peace is totally shattered too because mamma here is yelling at the kids, 'best you guys get your butts in that bloody car before Dad and I are at each others bloody throats again!.'
Think I'll be avoiding the neighbours for a bit now too.
Off they go and I head determandly back upstairs. You know that screamy bit in Eminem's new single? Felt like I wanted to yell just like that, but then reality hit home and I almost did cart-wheels back down the stairs I tell you.
So here I am with a coffee and a fag instead.
Calmer too.
Oh fuck it's good to be single.
and...
Dear Lord it felt good to shut the door on his sorry moaning sad ol' ass!
:sparring: Round number two, next week Wednesday *ding, ding, ding*
:smoke: :smile2:
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