No more gifts. I picked up his fav drugstore shaving cream/aftershave a few weeks ago when it was on sale and the little stinker pulled those out of the hiding place and gave them to him too. She can scribble on a card and that'll do. He wouldn't wear a tie or a tshirt, he has mugs and photos. I'm not buying jewelry, electronics, or anything fancy. And maybe it was a little bit of an FU from me to the OW. I'll own up to that. There's a lot of history tying that gift back to other similar gifts (nothing kinky, the guy just likes new underwear) and a lot of, oh look at those, they are cute and by the register and on sale.
Yesterday I took the kids to the Memorial Day parade. I sent a pic of them to H and he talked to the kids for a few minutes just as the parade was coming and D was hilariously excited. She was on a phone kick and called gma and an aunt and daddy and 2 friends to say goodnight. Then she'd say BYE and hang up.
Son had a follow up dr appt today (in the city where we used to live/H currently lives and works). He's all clear and just needs yearly normal kid check ups. We took the train in and walked a long walk to the Dr. H sent a note asking how it went and if we could meet him for lunch. We grabbed a quick sandwich together and he helped me get the kids back to the train station.
After freaking out about seeing my sister's family, he had decided to come on a day they were here. Then he changed his mind (I don't care, I'm just sort of ignoring all that) and decided to come on a day they will be out running around and he can just say hello as they get back in (he's meeting up with a female former classmate who is in town from another country the original night).
Saturday I am leaving the world behind for a week and going to the woods/ocean/etc. I'm more tan that I have been in 5 years and it looks good on me.
I have a big deadline looming with July 1, so I'm just trying to relax and go with things.
Faith is, at one and the same time, absolutely necessary and altogether impossible. --Stanislaw Lem
