The cat came back finally. Then he went out again. Then my husband went out, then I went out to the shop to top up my phone.
But when I came back the cat was back, so I grabbed him and shoved him in his cat box and we grabbed a couple of things and ran over the road, and hid behind the bungalows opposite. Then I rang a taxi.
While we were waiting for it my husband rang my phone, so we knew he'd come home. My daughter started whimpering. Then the cab came and we piled in.
When we got to the new house she started crying, and it did feel a bit shitty leaving like that. I texted him and told him where I'd left the note I'd written, and that was that.
All we have in our new house are two armchairs, a tv, and some inflatable beds. And yesterday I bought a kettle and an iron, so now we can have Pot Noodles and Cuppa Soup!!
The kids are a bit stressed. It was an adventure at first, but now it's getting a bit hard. Also, my 15 year old son used to vent all his anger on my husband and I was the good guy. But now I'm finding myself the target for his wrath and it's a bit difficult at times.
He starts his GCSEs next week, so it'll get worse before it gets better. Also my husband is trying to fuck me over for the tax credits by ringing up and claiming the kids are living with him, which will delay me getting any money. I need money! No, I mean I really do!!!
But things will get better. And going home from work last night to my little house was just so so good!
2008-05-20 @ 00:42