Welcome back! :)

Oops I've really been slacking on this lately. But to be honest, nothing of major interest has happened. There isn't much point in going back to the last time I wrote, it's been pretty dull between then and now. So in the last week has anything interesting actually occurred?

Well on Monday I went for a stroll with my friends and Grace. We sat in the carvery while Grace drew on herself in felt tip pen and showered the floor with sweetcorn. I happened to look out of the window and who would I see walking past but my ex with two of his girl friends. Grand. Anyway we left the carvery and walked along the front to get an ice cream. And he was coming back the other way. He crossed over to "put something in the bin" and said hi and, as you can imagine, it was a rather awkward moment. I had, the night before, had a go at him because he was messing with my head and I told him to stop. After feeling a bit flustered I turned my attention to the bus full of pensioners outside the ice cream shop and had a giggle to myself as it wasn't even pension day. Bless them.

Tuesday was lame. The weather took a turn for the worse and it rained all day. It was quite depressing after all the sun. Wednesday was a wee bit funnier though. I was meant to be meeting up with my ex for a "chat" but he had to work. I was fed up so come the evening I text some friends and asked if they wanted to go for a drink. So I went out to the pub about half seven. However my stalker (not previously mentioned, but I have a stalker on Facebook, one of my friends who is desperately in love with me because I am the double of his ex girlfriend) text me to ask if anyone was out. So I didn't reply and we sat down with a nice cold cider and me and my two male companions started to chat about said stalker saying wouldn't it be funny if he turned up there. Then, as if he had heard our thoughts, who should walk in but him! He sat with us while we tried not to cry with laughter. A few hours past and we decided to leave and go to KFC. Stalker boy wasn't invited. We got back to mine and ate our food and I opened up Facebook and stalker boy pops up to chat to me. So my friends gathered around the laptop to laugh at what he was saying and he hinted at asking me out to which I told him they said hi. It went a bit quiet after that but at least he had kept us entertained for a bit.

Thursday I had this bright idea to go for a pub lunch with my friend and her baby. The pub is about 15 minutes walk from my house so I thought hey, why not? So I trekked up there in the pouring rain, actually ravenous. To be told they had stopped serving food. Nice one, thanks. So we sat and chatted and I tried to keep Grace under control for a few hours until food re-opened again and I stuck my face in a plate of sausage and mash. Back home in the pouring rain I called in at my auntie's as it was her birthday. Then back home I went to put my child in bed and finally sit down and chill out. I should mention that that morning I had text my ex to tell him that I was fed up of him confusing me but then chickening out on coming to meet me and talk about it so he was to come to mine that night and then the next day he would have no excuse not to talk to me and I wasn't taking no for an answer. So he wasn't coming until after work and he rang me at about 1ish to say he was just leaving. He did the "love you" bit as I went to put the phone down which I didn't say back. He got here and of course, one thing leads to another so not much talking got done that night. We walked up to town the next morning so he could get the bus home. On the way I asked him where it was I stood. Because the entire time we had just spent together, he had acted as if we were a couple, kissing, cuddling up to me etc. He said he didn't want to get hurt again and all that nonsense. So basically, he still loved me and cared about me but we weren't going to get back together. That was fine by me, I had gotten to the stage where I didn't care what the outcome was as long as there WAS an outcome. So we hadn't talked much and I had to go and he had to get his bus. He sent me a text with just a kiss on. Hmm. So I text him and said that I was glad he finally got the balls to see me and that I was also glad that I now knew where we stood. He then replied saying he had missed us both (meaning me and Grace) and that I looked great etc. So I was like... ok...? Long story short he THEN said he was going to take the weekend to think over everything. So lucky me gets to wait another few days confused. I mean, on the one hand that might sound like a positive thing, because he might realise what he is missing out on and come crawling back. However I think I know that in reality, it's probably just an easy way for him to not have to make an outright commitment to a decision. Once he talks about it with his friends they will tell him to leave it and move on. Which again, is fine by me but I would rather I knew now. I suppose at least I will know for sure in a day or two.

Grace is with her dad today so I had a cheeky nap (fell asleep around 10.30am and woke up just before 3pm... Oh dear...) He text me the other day to ask could he have her bank holiday Monday as well. Normally I would say yes but I'm really fed up of doing him favours. I said he could have her either today or Monday. He wasn't having any of that. So I came up with an ultimatum. He is forever banging on about his parental rights but never once mentioned his parental responsibility. Now why should he just take her out, have a nice fun day, bring her back to me and let me do all the "boring" stuff? He previously refused to have her ready for bed when he brings her home. So I told him he could have her both days. BUT from now on I want her bathed and ready for bed every time he brings her home because he has to realise that actually, although he thinks he is father of the year, he is far far from it because at the minute all he is to Grace is a childminder. She even sometimes comes home in the same nappy I sent her out in, that's how little he does for her. So that is his ultimatum and if he ONCE brings her back not ready for bed, trying to make up excuses, that's it. He will not get her any extra days ever, I don't care if it's a special occassion. Father of the year my arse.

Anyway, enough rambling, I should probably do something constructive as she is back in just over 2 and a half hours and I'm not even dressed yet. Naps are dangerous...