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And so things change. My last blog post was bittersweet. This blog post sadly will be bitterersweeter. Yes that is a word. Yes it is. Look it up.

To make a long, dull and frankly humourless story short, the Wife and I have parted.

There we are, it's said. But a public facing blog isn't the place to air my dirty laundry, so I won't go into details. Suffice to say the blog will continue, as the Boy and Girl remain fully part of my life as the Ex and I coparent.

This blog will now be for single dads, because there are a lot of us. For all those dads scratching their heads, wondering what to do next, and wondering how they went from building an awesome Lego robot ninja, to being soley responsible for two fully functioning sociopaths half of the week.

The Bin Lids appear to be largely unscathed by the current situation and dealing with it pretty well, albeit with somewhat different priorities to me:

"Yay! Two Christmases!"

Although I did get called up the Girl's school to speak with her teacher the other week because she was concerned about some of the things the Girl had been saying. I asked for an example:
"Carrots."
"...artery."
x

"The other day we had a class discussion about what they want to be when they grow up and the Girl said 'Mass murderer'."

Laughter, apparently, was not the right response. The teacher pressed on:

"She has also been talking about how she enjoys cutting things up."

I looked at the Girl.

"What did you mean?"


The teacher then suggested that she could have an exercise book to write her thoughts and feelings into, which brought me in mind of this...

Teachers, it turns out, have no sense of humour about these things.

The Boy being the Boy, doesn't really appear to have noticed, possibly because they haven't brought out a Minecraft mod about it. He's been focussed on his school work, which given his predilection for bursting into flames when asked to do his homework is disturbing in it's own right. It's had the knock on effect though with the Girl cheerfully relaying to a friend of mine

"At school the Boy put his finger up a pigs ar..."

"...."


Thank the maker.

The good news is then, on the Kids front things haven't really changed, which explains why the Girl threw a wobbler about some awful task she'd been given...

"Could you pick that sock up, darling?"

...and kicked me in the face. Normality reigns.

Oh, look. The Girl's brought me a cardboard box with a present in it...