Okay, everyone. 45 minutes until we two meet with S's counselor re: delivering the bomb to the kids. Pretty spun up and losing my cool. Need to gobble a couple Icebreakers and a Xanax. That's 1 hour. Then pick up the kids; S has a counseling session with WAW instead of me (but not to tell him! - just that he always goes with me). Then meet the folks at the pub. Going to change, add a dab of smell-sweet-sh*t, and do the hair.
The last time I dated was during the Reagan administration. Oy.
