Interesting acceptance fact. I went to my best friend's graduation party for his son. Wow. I'm getting old when my friends' kids are graduating from high school.
I got a little wistful because XW and I would go over and play cards with my friend and his wife when their son was a baby. I have a photo somewhere of him as a kid in a New York Jets outfit I gave him. When they moved in 2003, they were the last couple friends we had.
When my mind wandered though I thought about how I'll handle my girls' graduation parties -- I'll do a separate party with just my friends and I was thinking about places to take them as a reward. Vegas probably. Cheap trip.
At no point did I ever think "well, if somehow we get back together" or "gee, it'll be sad."
No interaction with XW at all this weekend -- other than a summary email to state what nights and times we are swapping. D9 did ride her bike over Sunday night to pick up some toys. Apparently, XW was waiting outside.
It was good. Man, I was tired last night. There were lots of things I could have done. Instead, I just watched Breaking Bad.
Lots to do today and tomorrow for work -- then 10 days off, 12 if you count the weekend, nine of which I'll have the girls.
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
