Counting Carrots

At least it was sunny today! Monday's are always hard, and after a nice weekend it's hard to go back. 

I popped to mum's at lunch because HE wasn't there. Shelle and Lucy were there, having taking advantage of dad-free time....when I got there, Lucy was being held, and my mum was hoovering, which I thought a bit strange. As it turned out, she'd knocked a little heart plate off the table and it smashed- I didn't realise and said "oh, that's a shame!". Lucy said "plates break alex!". They'd been trying to reassure her that accidents happen.

She had a little go with my counting carrots- an Etsy purchase that I thought she might like to try before I took them to school. She was pretty good at matching, and kept tricking us by putting the wrong number on them.

I stayed home all evening which was to avoid him, but I actually felt really lonely and fed up, which made my mood really dip. I can't help thinking - how did I end up here? Is this it? Too much alone time is not good.