So where was I?
End of summer picnic introducing the kids to Thing's family.
Met the ex girlfriend.
Got a speeding ticket.
Yep, there we are...so anyway...
The Girl started Kindergarten and, as you already know, she did wonderfully well. And that trend is continuing (knock on wood). The new news? The Paperweight, who insisted despite my protests on keeping his morning 'shift' with the kids for the last 21 months in order to see the kids more and to keep things as 'normal' as possible after the divorce, decided on the evening after the first day of school that he would no longer be able to get them off to school.
Short notice much?
So after he pried the fork from his skull and the bleeding slowed...
No, not really. This has actually been positive in a lot of ways:
1) The Paperweight does not come to my house every week day anymore. Yea! At most, I see him about once a week, when he comes to pick up the kids and/or his mail. No, do not ask why he still has mail sent to my house. That's a post for another day.
2) I get to see both kids in the morning - for about an hour to an hour and a half a piece - before going to work.
3) This is especially cool for The Boy because it's the only one-on-one time we get. He catches the bus before The Girl even gets up so I set my alarm for the same time as he and we have coffee together before he leaves every morning.
5) This change in routine means I had to change my hours at work, giving me an extra 1 1/2 hours of sleep in the morning.
Cons?
It blows. It's hard. Every second of every day is scheduled and filled and overflowing. While pushing my hours back enables me to spend time with them in the mornings, it also pushes in to my evening. Bad enough on it's own, but also pushes in to rush hour traffic which I had previously been avoiding. I now get home 2 hours later then normal (and this is with not taking a lunch; I've been working straight through for almost 3 weeks now). I, of course, want to spend every second with the kids as possible before they head to bed so everything else gets pushed back as well. Thank God Wal-mart is 24 hours - I do my shopping after The Girl is in bed now (I just got back as a matter of fact). My house is filthy, I'm tired, I'm cranky and though I realize there is a curve while I 'get used to it', I just don't know if I can handle this.
It is officially 8 months and 19 days until the kids last day at school...which could potentially be my last day at my current job. Then it's off to be with my love.
8 months and 19 days...
I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.
posted by ƒåυνέ @ 11:35 PM
4 Comments:
I know you can do it! And your kids will always remember and appreciate the time and energy you have devoted to them.
I'm sorry...how long until school is out? :op
It will be here before you know it!
Good to hear that the Paperweight's not doing the morning shift anymore. The idea of him having free reign in/out of your house daily was just creepy. Plus, it gives him 8 months to prepare for not seeing his kids every day, whether he realizes it or not.
There was a time when the boys had 13 hours of therapy after school [and the home work etc] and I was constantly running to stand still - but I wasn't working so I had a chance to get all the other domestic stuff done. Good for you. I know what a battle it can be.
Best wishes
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