My weekend was purty good. Not all good but purty good.

On Saturday, I had about 7 hours with the kids out of the house. Then they got tired so I brought them back. I didn't see my 11yr old because he had a previous special thing he was doing with some friends. I haven't seen him in a week now.

Sunday I was again supposed to spend time with the kids but 1 hr before W was supposed to drop them off, she called to report a change in plans. The kids had homework so couldn't spend the day with me. See, if I were in the house, I'd do their homework with them. And I'd enjoy it. But since I am prevented from going into the house, this option is not available to me.
So I did not see them Sunday.

I hate this.

Despite that, there was some good stuff from the weekend:
  • I played racquetball with my 12 yr old son. Good fun.
  • The three kids and I had a nice time Saturday. Lots of touching and holding hands and goofing and just hanging out.
  • Saturday I called up a friend and got an invite for me and 4 kids to their house to watch the superbowl. That was cool. In the end we did not go, but I solicited the invite, and for that I congratulate myself.
  • Sunday I GAL'd and hung out with adults and watched the superbowl. I was among friends. I laughed a bit.
  • Friday, Saturday, and Sunday I got up early, went running, got my heart rate up. Good for me health and mood!
  • Sunday morning I goofed off with my buddie's 4yr old daughter. That was fun, even if I wished I were with my own.
  • Sunday evening I phoned the house, spoke to my boys. Both my girls declined to speak with me on the phone. Their mother was right next to them, encouraging them to speak with me, to no avail. I wonder where the girls get the idea that it's ok to just ignore their dad? This wasn't so good, but my reaction was good. I was calm and didn't let this bother me. My girls are complete innocents, after all.
  • Sunday noonish I spoke to my 11yr old son about his homework. He was upset because not having his homework done meant he could not watch the superbowl with me. I empathized with him. Told him I know how it feels. But I did not bend the rules for him. Homework first, playtime later. He's gotta experience the consequences. So this was good, I thought. Good parenting through the phone. (W apparently had a yelling fight with him over the homework. Oh, good. That'll work.)
Did I mention I hate this?


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Divorce final: Jan 2009
Making it up as I go....