Thanks for checking in and for your support. I appreciate all of my on-line friends as you all have my back.
At this point, our October 6 date can't come soon enough. The parenting evaluator is requried by the court to finish in advance of this date, so I'll at least know our custody situation prior to the 6th. I'm hoping we can avoid the judge and just finalize things, but the key ingredient is still the parenting evaluation.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed on a ruling of 50/50, but even if I get it, I can't do it until the house sells and I can relocate. We'll also need to discuss D's school and she LOVES her kindergarten class and teacher, so I'm hesitant to remove her. That is the one thing that sucks about this is the possibility of moving D to another school. It is W's fault, but D won't see it that way and of course, I'll get the blame for it regardless.
I only got to see D for just over 24 hours this weekend as W let me pick between Friday afternoon to Saturday at 5 or Saturday afternoon to Sunday at 5. I choose to get her on Friday as I miss her so much, but it still stunk to take her back yesterday. Again, this can't end soon enough for me.
I still don't have any bites on the house, so I'm praying for someone out there to want to live here. It is a nice place and we've done well w/ it but the market is so terrible everywhere. I'm not a big fan of a 500 billion government buyout of Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac in the long run, but if it will help sell my house in the short run, I'll be a happy, happy man.
I was a bit depressed looking at an apartment w/ D on Friday afternoon as I realized how much of my stuff I'll have to either sell, donate, or pay to put in a storage unit. I don't know if I can afford to rent anything but an apartment on my solo income, so that was a bit of sobering reality. It is part of life and it is short-term, but it still is a part of reality that bites.
Finally, when I dropped off D to W yesterday at 5, W was dressed up casually, but spiffed up none-the-less. She had her make-up on, pearls in the ears, her hair done nicely and was wearing a nice top and skirt. She did look good and I wondered if she felt the need to look good as kind of a way to "get to me."
I really don't care, but I only thought of it b/c I was in running shoes, a Western Washington University (home of the Vikings) t-shirt, and gym shorts. I had shaven in the morning, but it wasn't for her benefit, but b/c I hated the scruffiness. Anyway, what I'm getting at is I didn't feel one ounce of motivation to get "dressed up" for her. I mean seriously, I was comfortable w/ my gym wear and that was what I wanted to be in.
At first, I'd always make sure I was looking GREAT whenever I saw her, but now, I don't care. I guess that is a good thing, right? I'm no longer trying to impress her in any way. I know what I am and if she can't figure that out, then I've got better things to do w/ my time then trying to make a blind woman see.
I hope you all had a good weekend and I'll talk to you later.
