Franny’s back. She came yesterday morning. Her dad emailed me and offered her to me, which was unexpected, because I was due to see her a couple of days later anyhow. I wasn’t going to press it. Initially I was confused, and I thought he wanted her back the next day, and then I was going to pick her up the day after that. It sounds ridiculous, but he’s been very hard-line about no flexibility or extra time for me under any circumstances. I told him I didn’t understand, and he retorted:
It’s pretty easy to understand…through the 14th. It means an extra day for you with F. If you prefer we can just stick to the parenting plan and drop her off at 9am and pick her up at 6pm.
There was more snippiness on other subjects, but I’ll spare you. I replied, I confess, slightly tongue-in-cheek, but overall sincerely. Maybe it just felt tongue-in-cheek because in the past I’ve been as terse as humanly possible.
As far as it being pretty easy to understand, I didn’t understand you, so I asked for clarification. I don’t know if you realize this, but your response reads as sarcasm through email. I’m sure your didn’t mean anything hostile by that, though, right? It’s easy to misinterpret email.
And thank you for allowing me extra time with F. That is truly generous.
See you Sunday!
AND YOU KNOW WHAT? It felt great.
Two years (almost to the day of our actual divorce) is how long it took to let things go. And now I have a bundle of great stories that I will exploit to the greatest potential value, and I can just roll my eyes at future shenanigans, as long as nothing serious goes down. I look back, and this is the night I snapped–I just couldn’t hang on any longer.
It feels good. I knew that I was in the middle of a big batch of angry, and that it would be gone someday. It helps to keep that in mind. And now it has. I should probably be buried in an avalanche of self-help books for even thinking this, but I have gone from living in spite of things to living for myself.
You know there’s a high kick.
ANYWAYZ, on with Mother’s Day. I’m out of words. But I’m not sorry I just basically wrote about my former babydaddy to the exclusion of everything else, because as every divorced parent knows, you can’t have a holiday without including your least favorite person. GERT.
That gazebo is bananas.
Yay, SJ. This is so great. I really believe that sometimes to get to the calm place it is necessary to be psychotically pissed off (i.e., when someone has treated you badly, as in your case). Just feel the rage, go for it and it may go away.
I dunno, this has worked for me.
As long as you don’t shoot anyone in the head, it ain’t so bad to want to.
Love the pics and happy belated mother’s day!
OMG, them’s be oysters on the half shell I spy!! Didya shuck ’em yerself?
Totally off-topic. But that green grass is very hurty to my Aussie-drought-blinded eyes, and I’m jealous of it!
Kill with kindness! It’s awesome, isn’t it? I’m sure, after 2 years of angry impatience with his very existence, that this happy-scrappy-hero-pup thing you’ve got going is just blowing his mind.
Well played, SJ.
Those Daisy hats are beyond great.
Ah yes, the old “klll ’em with kindness” routine is a fun one. Though I was delighted as ever this Mother’s Day to see that my ex went out exactly one hour before I picked the kids up to procure a gift on their behalf. Nice to know that some things never change.
Ha! Mine drove by one place on the way to dropping her off, which was closed. Of course, anything that comes from there I have to have the Royal Taster check anyway…so….
Oh, and yes, we go shuck (oysters) ourselves. Hur.
Sometimes, all you can do is be nice. And sincere. As much as I want to be a passive-aggressive ass mttn to people who disrespect me, I can’t because several of them are VIPs and the “ass mttn” treatment would be burning a bridge. *sniff* to my surrendered misanthropy.
“Mine drove by one place on the way to dropping her off, which was closed.”
Is it just me, or is it better to do nothing rather than trying to do something half-assed with obviously no effort? Its like bringing someone flowers you snarfled out of the neighbors yard. (Your own yard would be fine, especially if you grow those pretty yellow and red roses) Of course, you could also do something really cool, with effort and care. I mean, how difficult would it be to sit Franny down with some art supplies and ask her to make you a nice card? She’d probably love to do it. And if you wanted to be especially nice, you could be a bit subtle about it, so Franny never realized it wasn’t her own idea, and she’d make you feel extra-good when she gave you the card.
Man, that clip is pure JOY. Maybe I need to stop being such a hater.
Nah.
Those hats are pretty cool! Frannys and Strudel should bust out some sweet moves in a dance class! That’d give momma some FREE TIME! HAHA Laughable isn’t it! I know how it is. Glad your livin for you…sometimes I wonder the same about myself. Without the ex though.
2 many babydaddies on mother’s day
is kinda like havin’
3 nipples, isn’t it?
Anywayz…happy mutha’s day co-madre!
and btw couldn’t see the video.
:0(
oh i saw it, i saw it….Pop-pops says:
Turtle!