So, I should be at my party. I finished work and rushed home to pack my kids up for the weekend. I guess I am feeling a little dip. I know that the house is getting to me (clutter tends to build up during the week we are all rushing around, and when Fri comes, I just hate the thought of having to straighten it all out again--thank God summer is only a week away!) And I won't have the kids. They are going to a pool party tomorrow, and maybe out on the lake on Sunday.
Is it Father's Day? I lost my own dad so long ago (1994). And it was weird to not go shopping for x. I asked the kids if they wanted to, and they both said no, so they just got cards.
I got the first of the new support payments--$150 less than it was. Ouch.
CW was at the bus stop waiting for her girls, while her h was at their house. She dropped them off and took off. They can still be in each other's presence. I wonder if I will ever be able to do that; I hope so, cause I know it will be better for the kids. And the first test will be Monday at son's Court of Honor.
x was with his brother yesterday, helping to paint a house. I wonder if his life will really turn into the Hell that so many people predict. Maybe not.
Life is going on, I guess...I just have to get up and keep up with it, myself. I have been sitting around for far too long.
Seperate Ways by Journey just popped into my head.
