D slept here last night, but only because he had nowhere else to go. The evening was tense and uncomfortable, mainly because my father doesn't understand at all what's going on and there is NO WAY I'm going to fill him in on all the sordid details because he'd only worry. He's 79 and lives in Scotland, so there's no need for him to be sitting there in his house worrying about what might or might not be happening here.
So. D was here this morning and took the girls to school, but didn't say if he'd be here for lunch. I don't know what's going on, except that he keeps asking me if I'm still in agreement for the "garde alternée" crap (I've told him a million times that I don't like this situation, it's not something I want, but that I won't stop him if this is what he wants - I don't know how much more fucking reasonable I can be) and I think we have an appointment with the lawyer on Thursday. Which I'm dreading, of course.
So yes, this morning all was a little tense - D only making minimal conversation with me and my father, being all sweetness and light with the girls.
What hurt the most was the fact that today is my FUCKING BIRTHDAY and although, yes, D did wish me a happy birthday last night just after midnight, he didn't say much this morning, and didn't remind the girls (so they said nothing), so I feel very neglected. He obviously didn't get me a present (and I didn't expect him to), but I feel that he could maybe have got something for the girls to give me (it's not over yet, but so far this has been a CRAP birthday).
The girls are coming home for lunch, and I'm hoping that will be fun, but I'm not wildly optimistic, especially if D does make an appearance. To be honest, I don't really feel like celebrating at all.
And, much as I truly love my father, I can't wait for him to go home either - he's been here since last Wednesday (that's 6 nights on the sofa for me so far), I've got a shitload of work to do and find it hard to concentrate with him banging about, plus I feel guilty for leaving him on his own so much. We had a nice time at the cinema yesterday ("Robin Hood", quite good, and I found "Godfrey" remarkably sexy), but having him here for SO LONG is pretty stressful all the same.
A pretty grim day, then, and I can't wait for it to be over to be honest.
Happy Birthday, Magic, let's hope being 41 is more fun than being 40 (though it hasn't got off to a very positive start, I must say).