My first weekend without the children and I was expecting it to be hard and it is.
He picked them up Friday evening with us having spent a frantic hour rushing round for those last minute things they'd need. They told me they loved me and said Thank You for my making sure they had simple things like colouring and drawing materials as I knew he wouldn't have got anything like that there, and besides I had plenty to share out.
Then they, along with the toys they'd chosen to take, were loaded into the car and I kissed them Goodbye and told them I love them and would see them soon. And as the car began to pull away my oldest put down the window on her side of the car and I could see she was crying so I made him stop so I could hold her till the tears stopped and held littlie's hand as she teared up too, trying so very hard to hold back my own tears and reassure them that it will be alright and that they will be fine at Daddy's and have fun and...
And then they were gone and I was alone.
So I have kept busy; yesterday I had to work so I was too tired to do much last night, though I did ring later on to check they were okay but they were already in bed and today I have been cleaning and tidying and trying to make the house welcoming for their return and I was doing okay till I sat down and now I can't seem to stop crying.
I hope to God he is taking good care of them.



