Well OK, not so much madness, but still. Today is actually, comparitively tame. I awoke this morning at my Mum’s house. Still seething just slightly from a mini row with Mr Ex last night. We have this awkward dynamic where he spends as much time at my parents’ house as I do, and to be honest, that does make me feel slightly uncomfortable sometimes. Anyways it was a mini row, I walked off and told him he was a tosspot and that he knew where I’d be when he felt the need to apologise.

A few hours later, after he’d suitably ignored me and made me wish I had stayed at home, we were all sitting in my brother’s room watching a film. He sort of nudged me and I looked over at his iPod. He had an animation running on it. It was “Sorry” in scrolling letters across the screen. I told him it was OK and went off to my bed to go to sleep. When, oh WHEN will people realise that I hate, HATE the word sorry? I wonder if Mr Ex’s new girlfrienf minds the word sorry a little less than I do?

Anyways, so this morning we all woke up just fine. I gave the children Mr Ex’s birthday present and cards to give to him. He seemed pleased with his present, and he should be -it took me ages to pick it out. It crossed my mind whether he deserved a nice present, or for me to have spent so long selecting it for him. However, this was not a present from me, it was from the children so I smiled through the experience.  

Once the present giving was over, I got dressed. My hair was still silky smooth and straight from when I did it yesterday and I love when my hair looks all pretty. I went to make myself my usual morning drink. Green tea. I asked my Mum if she wanted one, she did. I asked Mr Ex if he would like a coffee from Mum and Dad’s sooper dooper coffee machine. He told me he’d love one and thankyou. I went and made the drinks. By the time I’d finished making them, my Mum was on the phone – the police had called about taking a formal statement from my sister about yesterday’s events.

I gae her her tea and headed upstairs with Mr Ex’s coffee. Got to the top of the hair and fell over!! Hit my head on the wall and landed upside down on the stairs. I wailed out in pain – my face hurt and I’d hurt my foot aswell. Mr Ex came running to check I was OK, my brother laughed and my mum tried not to laugh as she was on the phone. I was very embarrassed. I felt tears well up in my eyes when I looked at my hair. I was covered in coffee. It was in my hair and on my glasses aswell. My hair was sticky, my glasses were sticky and I smelled of coffee. I hate coffee.

So I showered and now my hair wasn’t as silky straight as it had been, but hey, I can handle tragedy. We were getting ready to go out for lunch. I was treating Mr Ex to a birthday meal with the children. He went for a shower and I got my laptop out and signed into my messenger. I wondered if Mr E would have news for me about his weekend!! Well Mr E messaged me straight away and told me about his weekend. He’d hardly seen… the target… shall we say, but he text her a bit back and forth, things still look good and he’s going to see her on his birthday night out. I would say he’s onto a winner!!

I told Mr E briefly about my weekend and my disatrous fall down the stairs, before leaving him to go for the birthday meal. Lunch was delicious and Mr Ex and I spoke quite a bit about he and Amy. I find that each time her name is mentioned it hurts a little less. Sometimes I wonder if I should just say her name out loud a hundred times before bed and see if tomorrow it doesn’t hurt anymores.

I saw my friend in town and we chatted for a bit. All in all, it’s been a good day. After the meal, I went shopping for a few nice bits. Got home at just after 5 and now I’m milling around as Mr Ex has taken Spongebob out for a few hours. So, not such a mad day, but a fun day nonetheless.