The secret diary of a single parent bloke
I’d set the alarm for a bit earlier than usual, to allow time to get Natalia and Jack ready. This was one of the few things that Katrina had still done around the house. Past tense.
Natalia asked where her mom was.
“She’s gone to live somewhere else. She’s staying at Nan’s. You’ll see her later”
“Will she be coming home?”
Jack asked the same questions. Neither of them asked again. They seemed rather ambivalent. Maybe it was shock?
So I gave them both a bath, breakfast, got them dressed, dropped Natalia off at school, drove across town, dropped Jack off at his Nan’s, then drove to work. Jack’s Grandad dropped Jack off at nursery, picked him up again afterwards, picked Natalia up after school, then I picked them both up from there after work then drove home and did dinner, homework, reading, bed, housework, and then bed for me too.
It was a long day!
I had expected the grandparents (Kat’s parents) to be really shitty with me, but they were fine. They were doing the same running around that they did most days, so it was no different for them. Kat had stayed there last night, so of course they knew what was going on. Kat had seen the children in the afternoon, but I didn’t see her. And that was fine with me.
“Plan A”, which I’d spent the last few weeks devising and revising, worked perfectly.