Not much to report. W called. Says this week is going to be very difficult for her. Can I take the kids here, can I take them there? Etc. Sure, I say in my best voice.
Friday, she signed D10 up for a play. It's my weekend. She asked if she could have D7 and I take D10. The auditions are long and boring.
I said no, I'd rather have D7. I have a Christmas party to go to and D7 can go with me.
She said she'd bring a book to read.
I feel like I'm allowing to cake-eat in these conversations. Then again, I don't have to really change my schedule that much and I didn't let her screw up my Friday.
Patience, patience, patience. Month seven out of the house will be in the books on Friday.
Me: 47, Ds 17-13, D final 6-11 http://tinyurl.com/yk4e2tz http://tiny.cc/thread2 http://tinyurl.com/ydtphqu http://tinyurl.com/thread4 http://tinyurl.com/3sm78k6 http://tinyurl.com/thread6
