Simply :)

I am feeling SO much better these days. Although my life has gone back down to 'boring level' and nothing particularly exciting is happening, that's the way I like it. For now.

In the last few days I have really realised that even if I am still bitterly single in a few months and my ex gets in touch, tells me he was wrong and wants to try again, I will say no. I really am done with boys. He is too much of an attention seeker and I already have a child, I don't need another one. I kind of have him figured out now. All that banter between random girls that he was willing to risk a relationship for... all for attention. He just needs it. Which is kind of sad. For him anyway, it's not my problem, he obviously has bigger insecurity issues than I ever have! And, more importantly, I was wrong to think he was right for me (cue applaude) so I am now setting my sights on men. And I think it should be nothing less than interesting! With three prospective men already on the horizon I don't think I need to worry about my man troubles and sink into a sudden depression over a realisation that, because I am a young mum, no man will ever want to be with me.

I am currently in a state of preparation however. Grace's dad is being nice to me. Not civil, actually nice. Which can only mean one thing. A calm before the storm. He is sweetening me up for something, I can tell. But I genuinely don't know what on earth he could come up with next really. No doubt it will be something unbelievably ridiculous so I'm just waiting for it. Not really something I can be bothered with but what can you do?

The weather is actually being appalling right now so I have been stuck in the house all day in fear of being blown half way up the road. So I am understandably going a little stir crazy. Thankfully after much persuasion Grace did go for a nap. She physically had to get out of bed to fall asleep on the floor which is odd but she's an odd child so I don't expect much less. She is currently bashing 'Bobby' (aka a Mr Blobby figure) with a toy car while yelling "more car!" which I assume means she wants more cars to bash Bobby with for maximum injury. I don't want to encourage violence but I can't help but laugh at her oddball ways. It's definitely time for her to go to bed though, stupid clocks going forward. Which reminds me, she can now say clock. Only she doesn't say clock. So every so often she will point at it and shout "COCK". I'm just hoping she doesn't spot the one on the church tower in town anytime soon. At least until she's managed to get the 'L' in there.

And on that note, I think that will do for now. I must get on with making my nutritional dinner. Beans on toast. Hooray for having NO money