The secret diary of a single parent bloke
I’ve spent the last few days refining the plan in my head. I’ve even worked out the time it will take me to drive from one place to another, baths, cooking time – everything! It feels like a military battlefield plan.
There are going to be lots of changes around here: Natalia and Jack are going to have set bedtimes, the house will be tidier, the TV will not constantly be on, the DVD player will not be the childminder… the list goes on.
I’m also not going to resort to microwave food and takeaways- I’m going to cook every night (OK, lots of things will come from jars, but it will be freshly cooked)
It’s going to be hard work, but will it really be any harder than life is at the moment?
Part of me feels terribly cold, heartless and dishonest- I’m plotting the end of my marriage, but I keep telling myself that the marriage has already ended.
I can’t recall Kat and I actually speaking to each other for a while. I just don’t think that she wants to be here, and I don’t want her to be here.
Fortunately, Natalia and Jack seem oblivious to it all. I need to make sure that when I do tell Kat to leave, the kids are well out of the way.