Tired. I am so. so. tired.
I’ve missed my boy so much this past week; gypped out of snow days by a desire to make a good impression, to forge ahead on grasping this job and making it my own. My parents had the joy of snow days with the King of Everything, and I simply got to hear the stories, later. Oh, did they have fun.
The KoE’s stories of misbehaviour in class are coming few and far between. He’s come so far in such a short time, and has been a true prince when it comes to rolling with the punches and making the best of this new life we are after. If only he’d put on his shoes when I ask him to, we’d have it made.
I think it’s time to celebrate, don’t you? So tomorrow, we’ll head out to the mall to see a movie, eat a burger, blow some cash. Still no child support this month, but I’ve been working my butt off, and I want to spend a little bit of money on my son. Why else would I be working this hard, if not for him and me? Sometimes I’m still sad, at the way everything has worked out. If I were the breadwinner and my partner the stay at home, I’d be sure to come home for dinner every night, for bath and books and bed, even if I would then have to turn around and go back to the office. The hour or less I get to spend with my son every night before he goes to sleep is the sweetest collection of minutes in the entirety of my day. I couldn’t imagine missing it.
So I’m off on a grand adventure with my son tomorrow, and Sunday, and Monday too. Three whole days to have fun together. What a wonderful thing.
Photo credit: Ticket Stubs by scladesma on flickr