5 mile run, 5 hours in the car, and a good lunner (whatever the brunch equivalent of lunch +
dinner is) with a friend.
kiddo was returned to me after 6pm with three stapled pieces of paper with different forms of dance written in crayon. among them was one entitled "fuck". i called the ex who informed me that her boyfriend had told her "funk". fine, honest mistake. so my kid wants to teach me some dance steps. i do it of course (i am, after all, a square dancing jedi master.. not really) but i asked why mommy didn't dance with her and she said she was very busy and that she's not a play person but a work person. she apparently spent today looking for new rental homes for her and her new boyfriend, while m was left to her own devices. i asked her why her mommy was going out partying with her friends tonight if she was a work person, and i told her to demand that her mommy play with her. m kinda teared up and i kinda felt like i made a mistake, but i needed to make her understand. she told me she wanted to dance because she wouldn't think about mommy not playing with her.. and i almost cried. i guess i should just resolve myself to the fact that my kid will stick up for her shitty mom at all times. but i'm going to fight for the truth. and lose. as usual.
