I had such a fun time with my kids today. It was really nice outside for this time of year, so we walked to go get brunch and had a great time. My son has such a good sense of humor and all the servers at our neighborhood diner adore him. D1.5 was extremely well-behaved too, which was a bonus because she's at an age when it's tough to go places sometimes.
When we got home though, D1.5 was running in the hallway with S3 and slipped and hit her mouth on the hardwood floor. At first, I thought it wasn't too bad, but then I saw her mouth was bleeding. Initially, it looked a lot worse than it ended up being, so I called H to let him know I might take her to urgent care to have it looked it. He didn't answer his cell, but called a little while later. By then it was pretty obvious that she didn't need stitches. Her poor little lip will be swollen for a couple of days though. But H could have cared less. He got off the phone really fast. He's coming tomorrow to see the kids, but I have no idea when. We never finalize times for visitation, then in between him seeing the kids, he doesn't call or really communicate with us. I guess that's just the reality of separation and I'm trying to remain detached, but it's still very hard.
Me: 38 H: 43 Kids: 2,4 T10 M6 BD: 1/14 11/14: H moves out
But H could have cared less. He got off the phone really fast. He's coming tomorrow to see the kids, but I have no idea when. We never finalize times for visitation, then in between him seeing the kids, he doesn't call or really communicate with us. I guess that's just the reality of separation and I'm trying to remain detached, but it's still very hard.