Tip me up....

I'm all poured out. Up early all week with the kids to do the homework their grandparents don't think they should have to do at all, so they can't do it in the evening, and up till late watching movies at top volume. I have made approximately 472 hot drinks today. We managed a trip into town where the shops were pronounced wonderful.

Really, despite the exhaustion everything was going well.

Until it wasn't.

And I was sitting (hiding) in a different room half way between crying and raging. There's just no competing with her tactics. The modus operandi is to lure you in with kind words and confidences, and then when you've let your guard down, BAM, you're floored by a verbal left hook. And for so many reasons I can't fight back. So the fixed smile is painted back on and the teapot is refilled. Mr B is back tomorrow...

And the delicious lasagne I made was.... too big. (Funny how there's only a tiny sliver left over for lunch...)