So, I'll start out heavy and end light...
The ex-husband and I are sharing custody of our children since separating and we switch in and out of our house every two days so the kids have been able to stay in their home while they get used to not having both parents there together...it's hard on us - I feel a bit like a hobo - carting things back and forth with no real place to permanently lay my hat - but we're managing.
I'm thankful every single day that we've found a way to put our children first and I'm certain that will continue.
This past week, the kidlets both got sick on the very same day. Within hours of each other I got the call from daycare and then the school...this was also on the same day as the parent-teacher meeting for our genius son (Seriously, the kid's a brainiac. Pretty sure he gets that from me). I'm sure anyone who reads TCC regularly knows that
Anyway, we were able to handle it together and I survived (barely). But without him being gentle with me, without us being kind to one another, I would be in a much worse place right now. I appreciate the person he is and the amazing Dad that he is every single day. He'll always - ALWAYS - be there for his children and as someone who grew up with no father, this means the world to me.
Our adorable kidlets seem to be doing pretty good so far and when there are difficulties, the ex-husband and I work out the kinks together. It's extremely hard to single parent and to co-parent when you're no longer together, but at least I know we've done this right. This is not at all what I hoped for my family but we're making it work. If you're going through a separation or divorce, what matters most is how much you love your children. Put the rest aside. At work, I see what happens to families when that gets lost and it's the kids that suffer the most.
Okay. On a lighter note...when switching up over the weekend, we had this conversation (If you love mice, stop reading now):
Ex-Husband: Just a heads up...there's a big field mouse in the garbage can outside...
Me: WHAT THE F#@!
Ex Husband: *laughing*
Me: What is a damn field mouse? We don't even have any freaking fields around here! And what do you mean BIG?!
Ex-Husband: Ummm. Bigger than the usual mouse.
Me: WHAT THE F#@!
Ex-Husband: *laughing again* Don't worry, I put the lid on the trash can so he can't get out. He's been leaping up and down but he can't quite make it out so eventually he'll just die in there and I'll get rid of it later. He demonstrates the giant mouse leaping now and how he screamed like a girl* when he first saw it (*I can put that there because we're separated and he can't stop me - I'm pretty sure it's true though).
Me: Sweet baby Jesus. I really hate mice.
Ex-Husband: Just don't lift the lid.
Me: Insert more profanity here and a rant about how we live in the freaking city and the critters need to take a hike...grumble grumble...stupid mice...grumble grumble...
And off he goes. I make a mental note not to lift lid.
Cut to the next day.
Kidlets beg me to open the lid.
They want to see the field mouse.
Sure I think, it must be napping by now...and I am woman! I don't need a man to deal with a freaking field mouse! Pppfffttttt. So I agree to lift the lid, ignoring my previous mental note to NOT lift the lid. Which, by the way, was stupid.
The kidlets are huddled together all excited as I pretend to be all brave and pull the garbage can out from under the veranda...let's check this bad boy out, I say. I'm not scared of a field mouse. What do they do but hang out in fields all day? That's not scary...oh no no...
I lift the lid and spot a RAT lying at the bottom of the garbage can and I proceed to scream like I've just been stabbed 62 times while running off like my hair is on fire directly into the backyard with my arms flailing!!!!! Leaving the kids standing there. Neither one of them moved or made a sound. When I can breathe again I come back and they happily peek inside...
He's napping I tell them. Eight year old is all " Mom. He's totally dead". Four year old says "Put him in the green bin mommy". Oh Hell no. I say nay nay to the rat!! Turns out I'm woman enough to know I need a man to deal with critters.
I slammed the lid back on the can and left it for the ex-husband. But not before I took a picture of it for you, my lovely readers.
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