I had The Boy himself yesterday and we went out to the coast for the day. STBXMRSSP texted at around 10 that she could take him any time today.
This morning he woke up and wanted pancakes, so I said that sounded good-and then he said he wanted to invite Mom.
*Sigh* Okay. If it's good for my kids, it's good for me.
So she and The Girl - whom she'd taken to Amusement Park yesterday with The Girl's BFF as a delayed birthday treat - arrive at Pancake House. STBXMRSSP exchanged the correct pleasantries (under the watchful eyes of Themselves, I noted) and engaged in small talk.
In accordance with the @Gypsy Paradigm, I was impeccable in my words-inquired about work, her father, her sister, etc. I listened to her travel stories. I answered a logistical question about my Forthcoming Business Trip and went back over the rules for The Boy's meds.
The Girl told me about her day, and the kids engaged in a spirited game of my-day-was-cooler-than-yours, we ate, and then over coffee STBXMRSSP asked if I had thought about plans for the week of the kids' spring break in 2.5 months.
Well no, no I hadn't.
I was thinking I would go to European Capital that week.
Boundary violation. So I stood up, announced to the kids it was time to go, and left the table to go pay the check. When she handed me her half of the bill, I took the money and nodded.
In the parking lot I passed her The Boy's gear and left without a word.
I was thinking I would go to European Capital that week. She might just as well have said, I was thinking I would go to shag Signore il Secondo rotten that week, since that's where he lives.
And today - in fact, right now - is the 1-year anniversary (according to her telling of the story) of the moment she "finally" made up her mind to dump me.
