Kids have been back with me one day after being with their dad for five, and I am ready to strangle them already. Which is SO WRONG, considering they are about to leave over Thanksgiving for eight days, be back with me for two, and then I go to Thailand for eleven. That’s THREE WEEKS, people. Shouldn’t these few days be like a unicorn having a sleepover?
And no, when we booked Thailand, I did not know my ex would be taking the kids to visit family for so long right before I was to leave. I feel awful.
Not awful enough to cancel, though. It’s to celebrate My Guy’s fortieth birthday, and he wasn’t going to turn forty in the States, noooo way. He was going to celebrate in style. I met him just in time, didn’t I?
He just called me from his hotel in Shanghai where he’s getting to bed at 11 p.m. Said he’d call again when he wakes up, around dinner time here. I remember having the hardest time adjusting to the time change and actually having to be somewhere everyday for a tight schedule. Which means I probably walked the Great Wall in the middle of the night. Explains a few things. That thing is a HIKE.
OK, my time between the first school run and the second is just about up. Had to send my first son back inside for sweats instead of shorts.
“Why?”
“Oh, because it’s 36 degrees. Up to you, really… GO PUT SOMETHING WARM ON.”
By the way, I left Chicago so I wouldn’t have to scrape ice off my windshield. We don’t own ice scrapers. So I used a canceled credit card. I own several of those.
I know what you mean. When my kids make me crazy, it’s like the Meatloaf song, “Paradise by the Dashboard Light” – “I swear I will love you till the end of time…so now I’m praying for the end of time….”
Don’t mean to be such a comment hog, as I’ve opened my mouth on several occasions lately, but I had to share that I, too, am part of the cancelled credit card sisterhood. Love those. It’s the dramatic ending to a terrible relationship (with moments of indulgent euphoria: Oh, that glorious day at Nordstrom!) They are not a sponsor of mine. I swear.
A CANCELLED credit card. That’s smart. I used my regular VISA to chip ice off the windshield. Cracked it in half. Can still run it, though. Most times.