Tired

The thunder last night kept me awake until 2.30am, so today I feel like crap. It was only a tiny storm, but very loud. It really echoed around the streets here when it was right overhead. Of course, the kids slept through the lot. Once the thunder had gone, the heavy rain kept me awake. Bloody weather!

I'm at work, in my boss' office, typing up his appraisal for him. He's pretty much computer illiterate, and as I'm the fastest typist in the building it's all down to me. I don't mind, it's peaceful in here!

Ryan is now totally sick of his Mum's anticts again. I just hope he remembers this time that she will not change. If she says she has changed, it's a lie. It's horrible, to have to think that your Mum is a bitch, but she hangs herself with her own noose. We don't have to do anything to make him hate her. She called him giving him more grief about bloody Jehovah last night. Being nice hasn't worked, so she's gone back to plan A; guilt him into submission. He is supposed to be seeing her in December but he's now not sure if he wants to go. That will be the start of another war if he tells her no.