I’m exhausted. My back hurts.
I’ve been to the school about 100 times this week for: Teacher Appreciation luncheon, ancestor day, JB’s birthday cupcakes, holiday performances and JB’s choir performance. I’ve been to Target 200 times, for: JB’s birthday presents, an emergency black sweater, cheese popcorn (note from school), Bugles (24 hrs later note from school), teacher gift certificates, sleepover snacks and I can’t even remember whateverelsethefuckIwentfor. I’ve been to the dr twice, seen a bunch of patients and done a lot of notes.
Pretty much this is how I feel.
And tonight is Jumping Bean’s sleepover.
Help me Sweet Jesus.
I’ve also co-parented my ass off as evidenced by this sneaky pic
I took last night of Stanley and I sitting together at the choir performance
|note comfortable shoes and my legs aren’t that fat. Just sayin.|
He didn’t ask why I was taking a pic of our feet, he is too oblivious to notice.
Yes the flash went off.
Also note, he is an Englishman with a PhD wearing cowboy boots. I tried to be ok with the boots, I swear I did, I respect individuality, but I don’t see the point if you don’t live in Texas or plan to ride a horse. Possibly they did play a part in our divorce.
Anyway. On Wednesday it was Jumping Bean’s birthday. I did not medicate her (who should have to take Vyvanse on their birthday?) so yes, she was jumping all day. Stanley and I took them for chinese for dinner (her pick) and then we went to a holiday light show, all together, in my car. Stanley and I told them stories of when they were born and we all laughed and had a great time. When it was over, we both stayed in the nest (it was Stanley’s night but it was late when we finished and he said I could stay in my room vs set out for the crash pad) and JB was as happy as a clam. I went to my room to get ready for my Skype American Horror Story date with my lovah when Stanley tapped on the door.
He hemmmmmmmed. He hawwwwed.
And finally spit out that while I do the birthday sleepover on Friday night, he was going to
ask The Boy if he wanted to go to a movie and sleep over at his apartment.
Oh, and he is going to introduce him to his girlfriend.
He said he has been dating her for 4 months. Alrighty! For all of Stanley’s curly tail lazy assness, he has not introduced the kids to the myriad of women he has dated. We made a deal early on that we wouldn’t introduce them until it was someone we thought was serious and he has stuck to that deal. unlike leaving the house like he found it but whatever. I told him that was a fine idea while secretly wishing it was a girl child getting to meet her because they would tell me everything while The Boy will be like ‘she was fine.’
I’m going to want details, people.
I’m going to be like, “What did she look like?
He is going to be all, “I don’t know.”
I’m going to ask, “Was she nice?”
He’s going to go, “I guess.”
Whatever, guess she likes the boots!
Last night Stanley and I attended JB’s choir performance together. We whispered in each other’s ear and giggled at how bad the Advanced Recorder class is (not so advanced, people, the beginners must really suck) and then he took kids home and I headed to the Crash Pad. I just have to get through the day with work, class parties, and the SLEEPOVER.
I am living for Sunday night when he comes on and I go off and drag my exhausted ass to the airport to spend a few days with my lovah. I need it. He’s hot and doesn’t wear cowboy boots.
I’ll probably sleep the whole time.
Sending holiday energy to exhausted people everywhere.
P.S. Stanley is not exhausted, he has sat at a few performances but otherwise hasn’t done shit.