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.
**I’m following along with the February Blog a Day prompts that a friend makes up every month over on Tumblr. I’m picking and choosing which prompts I want to answer. This is the prompt for 2/2/19.**
Sometimes second place really is better. ❤️
Our exes came very close to running into each other at my house during kid pickup this evening, and that would have been an interesting little reunion.
My ex gets super weird about it when the subject comes up. 🤷🏻♀️
I never really cared for it, but now it just reminds me of a very specific weekend with my ex-husband, and so I can’t stand to listen to it.
We often find ourselves without the shit most married people have accumulated by this point: like super tall ladders, certain tools, and, most importantly right now — a snow shovel.
When you get divorced, you lose a lot of your stuff. Especially when you’re the one who initiates the split. It’s easier to just let them have the stuff; you’ve caused enough damage. It takes time to recover from that…to rebuild. But you tend to forget about shit until you actually need it: like the snow shovel.
To be fair, I don’t think my ex and I ever owned a snow shovel (or a ladder for that matter). We were not those practical kind of people, and we rented, so there was no place to put such things. My husband certainly did, but now it belongs to his ex-wife. So we have no snow shovel here, which means there is no way to get out of here until the snow melts, and it won’t be above freezing until Tuesday. 🤣
I guess we will be borrowing one from the neighbors.
Or maybe we will just say cooped up in the house indefinitely. I can certainly think of worst things. ❤️
Because fuck it.
I’m sitting in the parking lot at the orthodontist’s office, and I need to vent.
Guess who couldn’t be bothered to show up today? Yep…Jackson’s dad. I mean I’m not surprised or anything, but I am angry and disappointed. It’s bad enough I have to carry the financial burden on my own, and the time burden too; since despite the fact that he’s unemployed, I can’t trust him to get Jackson where he needs to be. I’m just extremely fucking frustrated right now and I needed to put it out into the world. So here it is.
So apparently when D and I were talking about moving in together, we were supposed to tell the exes right away, and failing to tell them immediately (8 months in advance) turned into a whole fucking thing.
But sure…just move someone in and don’t mention it to us. That’s cool. I forgot about the double standard. 👍🏻
I thought about changing the lyrics to “Freya’s mom has got it going on” and it didn’t even occur to me until later that I wouldn’t have been singing about you.
I feel that way a lot too actually. The four of us have such an amazing family dynamic going that it’s easy to forget sometimes that it’s not just about us. They have their other lives with the other parents.
My husband and step-daughter are coming to Jackson’s birthday party tomorrow afternoon, and my ex-husband is clearly annoyed by it.
Too bad, so sad. Suck it up, buttercup.
I mean really, it’s time, dude. I can’t be bothered with this nonsense anymore.
I’m sad that I don’t get to be with my kid on his birthday. It’s his dad’s year.
His actual birthday is tomorrow. I’ll see him Saturday at the party. But yeah…sad.
Yesterday, while chatting with my ex at the bus stop, I was reminded of how pleased I am to never have to do any of the following ever again:
- Go to a comic book store.
- Read a graphic novel.
- Watch some shitty comic book based movie or show.
- Go to a comic book convention.
It still feels so fucking good. God damn I hate that shit. Even when it was “good” it was still a fucking chore. I spent years of my life
tolerating enduring it.
This is one of those things I have an intensely irrational hatred for. I’m aware of it, and I’m okay with it.