Neanderthal came home early this week. 1 o'clock this morning. Normally he comes home late Monday night. I came down to make his some food and we talked about Big brother for a while.

He went on to talk about the try out for this new job. He said that he's going to fix the other car so that if he does get this job then he can travel home everyday. The thought of him coming home everyday again makes feel uneasy again. He's been coming home once a week for the past 1 month and you can really tell the difference in the atmosphere at home when he's away. For one everyone feels more relaxed, no walking on egg shells because there's no moody git sitting in the corner of the room. No one putting you down or criticizing you because your not perfect. You don't have to check and check again and again everything you do because there's no one there to make you feel paranoid. One one there to start up a argument because they have nothing better to do and so on. Oh well it was fun while it lasted.

The kids stayed in bed as late as possible as to avoid him. It's quite sad that his own kids are not happy to see him, then again he's only got his own self to blame for that.

No apologies from him for yesterday's phone call. Then again I wasn't expecting anything anyway.

He's gone back to work now. We can relax again. Then again I've just had this huge argument with my eldest son M1. He's been playing this game for hours on end and has stocked up a large amount of points. The younger son M2 then went and played with it but changed the game which now means all the points have been lost. M1 totally lost it and ended up hitting M2. I tried to make M1 understand that is was a mistake on M2's behalf, but M1 was not having that and said that M2 is always tormenting him and making his life a misery.
How can a 9 year old torment a 15 year old. I then went on to say that when there comes a day when M1 can say that he has never teased, made fun of, annoyed, hit, be rude, etc to M2 then he can complain about him. His explanation was
"I can't help being like my dad." This is the same excuse both my boys come up with when they both know that they have acted or said something completely wrong. My daughter on the other hand has no excuse. She knows when she's wrong she only has herself to blame.

Neanderthal takes in great pride in saying that his children are like him and not like me, yet everyone (friends and family)is praying that they will turn out like me and not like him.

Anyway that's all for now.

BYE