I brought the kids to the lake for the last few days of break.
Stanley is staying at the nest at night with the doggie. He sent me a text earlier in the week asking if we were going to be out of town on Saturday because he had planned a brew day with some friends there. I decided it might be in my best interest to BE out of town so that he can do that. I have a feeling that if he spends more time there he will feel more of a sense of ownership and get his head back in the game. That is my hope anyway. We have some squirrels in the attic (or something making scratching noises, squirrels right? Has to be squirrels, yes, squirrels, definitely) and I need him to either find the holes where they are getting in or agree to pay someone to do it out of the nest account. Since our Coffee Come to Jesus Talk 6 weeks ago, I am now paying more in and he is paying less, by $450 per month, no less, so I am strapped even more and I was strapped already.
Looking at it from that angle, it was me that Came to Jesus.
I need him to agree to help me pay for some things at the Nest that need attention. He did get what he wanted out of that meeting. In addition to the money, he now has a proper room just designated to him and his happiness. His happiness is important, I agree but we lost the office/XBox/Extra TV room for when I can no longer tolerate Disney/Kid Computer room and now that room contains just the bed. I volunteered to switch bedrooms with him, because I don’t really care if the kids are in there, but we decided that wasn’t a great idea since my room is upstairs with the others and I really need to be on the same floor as the kids because they wander into my room at times. They don’t do that with Stanley.
If these changes will help him be happier birdnesting,
then whatever, I’ll do it.
Need a kidney? Take mine.
I received an email from him this morning that filled me with dread. He wants to take the children to England this summer for 2 weeks and 2 days. Oh My God. I will need IV Ativan. I have to decide how to respond. Our paperwork states he can have them 2 weeks consecutively but that is a
long. damn. time.
Merlot and I may whither away being apart for that long. I don’t know how I will manage. I cried my eyes out when they left for the beach for a week last summer. Also, that is a long time for the kids to sit in a house drinking cups of tea with a woman that can’t stand to have the volume up on her 20 inch TV screen. Also, they are vegetarians and eat nothing but broccoli, parsnips and boiled potatoes. They never go out to eat, ever.
No Disney, no XBox, just doilies, parsnips, and an occasional biccie.
Bless their little spoiled American hearts.
And I won’t be there to run interference.
On previous visits, I could go out to the corner store and sneak the kids provisions. These kids are going to be melt down city after a few days of parsnips. I will have to make Stanley promise to find them an occasional plate of protein and animal fat.
On a side note, today is Al’s Birthday.