Bigson shouldn't be here but he still is.
The builders should be here and they still aren't.
No sign of the fridge repair man, either.
Son (small son) should be back at school but isn't because the LEA changed his transport and the new transport company changed the times so that the only choice I had was to leave him home alone to catch a ride that would get him to school just at the noisiest, scariest point of the morning, or to ask them not to bother.
After making my arms go to lead and my head swim in a scary and inconvenient fashion a couple of weeks ago, Big Daughter sort of got the message about not talking at me faster than the speed of light any more (full volume, flags waving, 'Dear God let me just hide under a rock until the strange lady's gone'), but can't quite wrap her head around the concept that she might speak to me with as much respect as say, anybody, and has settled for not calling at all. Its isolating but feels a bit like respite.
Bigson is too stupid to get the message at all.
Convos so far today:
Face to face:
Me: Here's your coffee
BS (referring to a proper mug): I'm not fucking drinking out of that tiny fucking thing, don't bother.
Me: Its made now
BS: Well I don't want it
Me: What part of 'visitor' don't you get?
BS (loudly): Look just give me five fucking minutes to pack my stuff and I'll go back to sleeping on the fucking streets!
BS: 30 minutes awkward silence followed by a change of subject
On the phone:
My Mum: So How's Big Daughter then? Has she got a boyfriend? (This is an aspersion in itself because she is a single mum and only broke up with the last nearly-live-in four or five weeks ago)
Me (checking with Big Son, who would know): Yes, she's sort of seeing the brother of that girl she goes out clubbing with (who pays for it all on account of being loaded)
Mum: Well it makes sense really, she would go where the money is.
Mum: Oh I only mean shes a single parent, so she would go....
Me: I was a single parent mum, more broke than her and I paid all my bills and I ended up marrying a man with less money than me!
Mum: Yes well, dear, times were different then, and lets be honest, you never were as pretty as her anyway.
Crawling back under that rock, then.