Peace, Hair Dye and Emotional Lunacy

After yet another manic morning on the Wii, Sam's friends made their way home and the rest of the kids went off to the park. It was nice to have a bit of peace and quiet.

I come from a big busy family so the noise and activity didn't really phase me but Keith did look a bit shell-shocked. Perhaps in future it might be wise to avoid quite so many people sleeping in the house at one time!

I re-dyed Keith's hair (red) and my hair (Cyber Purple) and as I'd promised Gemima ages ago that when I dyed my hair purple again I'd do her fringe for her, she held me to it, so she now has a big streak of purple to clash with her ginger locks. This has earned her the new nickname of Gurple (Ginger and Purple)!

Sadly, all the stress of the last six months decided to descend upon me this afternoon and I found it very difficult to concentrate on anything at all.

All that has been going through my head today has been divorce stuff, house and mortgage stuff, new job stuff, finances (or lack thereof), kids stuff, relationship stuff and now to top it all off, getting the car sorted, which will cost money I don't have.

To be honest, I really don't know which way is up and the moment and I think I have somewhat exceeded my stress tolerance levels.

Unfortunately for Keith, when Gemima asked him who the lady in the big picture was (Sharon), it initiated an emotional downslide for him and I wasn't able to cope with that at all. I could almost hear it coming on the back of Gemima's question and did the only thing I was able to do at that point, which was take Gemima out of the room and hide myself away.

Both Sam and Sophie had been talking about Sharon earlier in the day and Sam had become quite emotional himself - which at that point I had been able to be supportive with.

I'm sorry Keith. What a crap friend I am. I just really couldn't deal with it. Sorted Aaron and Gemima out and made sure they were occupied and then just sat in the bathroom and cried... quietly.

Finally got myself together enough to go and check train times for tomorrow. It was awful. Keith was in the room, obviously upset and all I could think about was how much I must be intruding on his space and how my children and I must really be in the way.

If I'd had a working car I would have packed the kids into it and given him the space he needed - but it was too late to go back to London by train at that point.

I hate being such an emotional loon. I annoy myself when I get to the point where I find it hard to cope. Sometimes I just want everything to go away and for someone else to just sort things out for me.

But then I suppose everyone has days like that.... don't they?