It doesn't get any easier taking my five year old back to his mother after the weekend now that he is trying to engineer a reconciliation.
Last night as we were driving, I heard him twist in the back seat. "That is the noodle place," he said "we can all go there tonight."
"I can't come today," I lied, "I have to go to the office and print some papers for a meeting."
"I didn't meant tonight, " he lied, "I meant another night."
"We'll have to ask Mummy," I said.
"Why?" he asked. "I'm inviting you." And, as my eyes began to fill, "I want you to be Mummy's company."
Another blub up for me on the way home. It has been a year now and I couldn't give a damn about her to be perfectly frank, but - though I have to keep my mouth shut for his sake - I will never forgive her for making him worry so, that he schemes like this.