Uhm - I’m hanging up now.
You know, after 6-ish, almost 7 years of being separated and divorced, the kiddo’s dad and I get along pretty well. We’re friendly, even. Before I tell you this, though, I do have to state that we chat and talk and joke around, so it’s not like we’re on pins and needles in our conversations. So when you read below, note that this was all said in a friendly, chatty, laughy discourse.
Except. Sometimes - it goes a little too far.
For example! Yesterday, I mentioned I wouldn’t be able to make it to basketball this Saturday to see kiddo play, because I have company coming in to town.
“Who is it?” he wanted to know.
“Oh, my friend.”
“Is it a guy? It’s a guy isn’t it? I can tell by your face.”
After a commenting about what he figured I would be DOING with my company this weekend (which I TOTALLY WILL, but I still don’t want to talk to him about it.) he says, “I may have to get back together with you, then, if that’s what you’re like.”
At that point I had to say, “So uhm, okay. This conversation is getting weird. I’m going to go now.”
What I wanted to say was “Buddy - you will NEVAH get any of THIS again… EVAH!! HHAAHHAHA, SUCKA!!”
See how we’ve learned to be civil? 5 years ago I wouldn’t have hesitated to say what I wanted to, and then he would have felt his manliness challenged, and retorted with some vile name-calling about my personal worth as a woman.
Ahhhh, maturity! I’m so proud of us.
IN OTHER NEWS!
I am in the running for Worst Parent of the Year. Or Ever. Well, probably not Ever, because there are parents who leave their 3-month-olds in the hot stifling car while they SHOP, and also parents who leave their baby in the car in the TEXAS HEAT while they go to a STRIP CLUB of all places… so there’s that. I think that’s probably good for Worst Parent Ever. But Just Trust Me, I can be bad, too. I can’t even talk about it, except you know I will.
Kiddo went to bed last night with a slight fever. Then woke up this morning with still a fever. And do you know what I did? I gave him Tylenol, and sent him to school. Which, as you may or may not know, is totally against the rules. That happened, right after I packed the rest of the Tylenol in his backpack for him to take to his dad’s for the weekend. Drugs at school? ALSO against the rules.
In my defense (as if) I sent him because he insisted: He was FINE! He felt GREAT! And also wanted to go camping this weekend!
Then, he cried. And I? Am learning just what a sucker I am for tears.
So, yeah. You know.
PS - Totally unrelated but who fucked up traffic today?
I’m headed North on 5 and it looks UGLY!
