Text late last night from STBXW. D8 had a severe meltdown because her fundraiser stuff is due today and STBXW never took it to her work or give it to me to take to mine.

So she ordered five things and asked if I could take it in to work today and then to D8's school. I was already going to D8's school for a family picnic day. I'd texted STBXW yesterday to tell her I planned on going.

She wanted me to pick up the form last night. I told her to just put it in the mailbox and I'd pick it up on the way to work (no reason to drive over there and see her).

Busy morning. Had to cover an event for my job, but I did get the form. Ladies in the office ordered six things -- so D8 will get a prize. Then I picked up food and headed to D8's school where I was the hero.

Yes, yes, yes, I know, it's not a competition. But STBXW never makes these daytime events -- can't break away from work. I've always been the one to do them.

I just loved seeing D8 sprint across the playground to give me a hug when I showed up.

I'll see the girls for an hour after school. Then I have some stories to finish up. I'll hit church tonight for an hour then I'm meeting friends -- seven women, I'm the only guy smile to watch an improv troop. Tomorrow, the company team is in the end of the year softball tournament. I'll find something to do tomorrow night. I have options. Nothing firm.

Then working out Sunday, watching some NFL football and maybe put some hours in Sunday night.

Right now I'm on the smooth part of the rollercoaster.


Me: 47, Ds 17-13, D final 6-11
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