So, he's out of town again. Was supposed to be back tonight but said a flight was canceled, and then called the kids from an airport while he had time to kill. He said he's going to be back in time to pick them up from school, but a part of me doubts it.
...anyway, while cooking dinner, I just got so angry. I'm angry that I don't have access to my usual pans. I'm angry that I don't have access to the food. I'm angry that my L hasn't called me back and answered my questions, or had one of her assistants call me. I'm angry that I have to beg people for kitchen donations. I'm angry that I'm getting treated like the one that did something wrong when all I didn't do was clean. Even then the dishes were done, kids wore clean clothes, and they ate. I'm just very, very angry that there is nothing I can do about it right now.