After a long weekend away from the kids, I get lots of hugs and love. Oh and all the gossip from Freya! Unlike when I ask Jackson about what’s going on, Frey always has plenty to tell me. We cover family, friend, GS, and school gossip. I look forward to these Monday nights so much.
My ex is likely to be annoyed af when he wakes up and sees the six reminders I have sent him related to Jackson’s various activities. But I can’t count on him to remember, so…
This reminds me…I need to send an email to D’s ex so that I can get some dates from her. I have some summer scheduling to do.
Keeping up with these kids’ schedules is like a part-time job all by itself.
Did I mention that Jackson wants to go to the week long cub scouts sleepaway camp this summer? Well he does, and I got his dad on board, so I guess I just need to get him registered. But fuck…my baby is growing up. *cries* I know this is going to be such a good experience for him though.
Oh and Miss Freya is going away for like 3 WEEKS to do a summer program at Truman State! Her preferred slot will have her away for her 13th birthday. She asked me several months ago if I thought that was acceptable, and I told her about how I spent my 13th birthday at a summer camp too. I never regretted it. We will celebrate her birthday when she gets home. But damn I’m going to miss the hell out of her.
They’re growing up too fast, but I do so love the privilege of being a part of it.
This is a stupid, petty little rant, but I need to get it out:
I fucking hate co-parenting sometimes.
As I mentioned in a previous post, I bought tickets for the family to go see Rogue One tonight. I bought these tickets like two weeks ago as part of the kids’ Christmas countdown activities. We made a point of telling the kids about it ahead of time so that they could tell the other parents about it. We wanted to avoid having them see it twice in a short period of time. Both of the other parents are big Star Wars fans, so this was a good possibility. I even told my ex about it personally, because I knew I couldn’t rely on children to relay information.
So what happens? Both kids told us when we spoke to them this weekend that they had seen the movie with the other parents. Okay fine. I can still work with that. But…it gets better! My ex called earlier to tell me something unrelated and happened to mention that he took Jackson to see it twice this weekend. Fucking twice. When he knew we had tickets to go see it tonight!
That’s just such a dick move, in my opinion. He just shit all over my fucking plans. I paid like fifty fucking dollars for these tickets, and there is no way Jackson is going to want to see it a third time in as many days. I don’t blame him. Ugh I’m just so (admittedly probably irrationally) angry about this and I want to shit all over something that is important to him just to be an asshole.
Fuckity fuck fuck fuck you so fucking hard. Grrr.
Despite everything, my ex and I have an excellent co-parenting relationship. Jackson got into trouble today and we just tag teamed that shit via phone.
Parenting is hard. Divorce makes it even harder. I’m glad we don’t let all of the personal bullshit between us interfere with Jackson’s well being.