The good news is I almost feel like a human being again...and it's really great timing, too, because B came home from his week at his dad's today.
I had to go get him from their house, something I've managed to avoid since they moved earlier in the year, thanks to school schedules and our personal schedules. Last night, his dad (who wasn't even going to be around when I got B back) made a huge stink about me coming to get him at their house. It's just not on my top 10 list.
And this is where it gets nuts. B's stepmom called me to tell me she was taking B to a movie literally right around the corner from my apartment. I told her I'd come get him from the movie, and she said, "No. I'll take him back to my house and you can just come get him there."
Really? Because that's not out of my way or anything...and I'm sort of doing YOU a favor by taking my two weeks right now instead of moving it down a week, which is what I really wanted to do. This whole co-parenting in two separate households thing is rough at times.
He came home and wanted to swim, but I passed on that as I didn't want to go. Besides, it took a good hour out of my life to go find their dang house and then navigate my way back a much different (and faster) way. Still, I have no clue how they can possibly claim it takes them 10 minutes to get from their house to B's school.
I'm so glad they're happy together.
Speaking of happy...I made treats for the baseball party, and after I stopped trying to recreate the recipe I found on a blog, it was much easier. Behold:
Rice Krispies treats formed in muffin tins! Genius! I could use them to make soccer balls too, probably...you know, if I knew any kids who liked soccer...Hmmmmmm...anyway, then I dipped the tops in white chocolate, and drew the "laces" with red icing. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be...after I decided to do it my own way.
Imagine that.
My special someone came by to see me for a few minutes tonight before he flies out on a business trip tomorrow for an entire week. When he gets home, we'll be in Houston, so he stopped by to say hi, and we sat outside talking for a little while. Then, all of a sudden, we both hear hysterics from inside my apartment. B has totally flipped his lid because he can't find me, and N? Well, he's just so sweet...he told his little brother that I was probably dead...or kidnapped. I run in to grab B to show him that I'm perfectly fine, and explain I was just sitting outside talking to our special someone. I carry him outside in his boxers to see that's all it is, and he finally starts to calm down. I got him back inside, and told him I'd come cuddle with him in a few minutes. When "SS" left, I went in, locked the door, and went to climb into bed with B.
That's when he said, "Wait! Can I go tell SS bye?!" I nodded, so he hauled out the front door and started shrieking, "Bye SS!!! BYE!" N joined in, and I was wondering in my brain whether he was terrified that someone was trying to abduct us, or thrilled that my boys were telling him good-bye.
I'm going with the latter. Our neighbors, however, probably think we're deranged...but that's cool. I'm pretty sure they're moving next weekend.
The vegging continues. Maybe I'll be human tomorrow.
Aubs
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