Writer's respite expired. As a bored monkey flings its poop, so shall I resume throwing fistfuls of steaming posts.
Going on week two of three without Pigtails. This dad has primary custody (as it should be), so our decree stipulates three continuous weeks of summer with her mom to help level the scale.
You are probably thinking: Lucky, living the dream! Kidless for weeks, YEE HAW!! Bust out the booze, babes and bottle rockets!!
I admit, that feeling lasts for a little while, maybe two days. Then the empty house sours into a quiet liability.
In a given year, my daughter's with me close to 90% of the time, so this apart thing's tough. She sobbed on the phone yesterday when I buzzed her. I had a knot in my throat, must be summer allergies or something.
Taking advantage by wrapping up a couple small house projects. Worked till 7:00 Friday night since I wasn't looking forward to coming home to crickets.
Don't tell Pigtails, but this is also prime time to infiltrate her room, cleaning out all the crap she won't let me get rid of when she's here. That girl is sentimental and hoardy, clinging to junk for years. When I do throw something of hers away, I must bury it in the bottom of the trash can, lest she finds it, carefully retrieves it, then holds it high and scolds me for tossing her "special paper towel roll she's had since she was a baby."
For you mom and dads that share custody, do you enjoy your free time when junior's away? Or are you miserable? Maybe somewhere in between? Did any of you give birth to a hoarder? Let me know in the Comments.
Time to go fire bottle rockets or something.