A few questions people actually ask me.
“Do you really get every other weekend to yourself?”
“Isn’t it great to get a break?”
“Awesome…you can let him deal with them for a few days.”
NOPE. NOPE. and NOPE.
The biological father of my three children lives more than 1,600 miles away in Colorado.
So NO, I do not get every other weekend to myself. Or a break. Just, nope.
Do they annoy the shit out of me? Of course. After a few hours of non-stop noise, I could totally toss them across the room. You would too. Trust me.
But when they visit their father for seven days in the summer in Colorado and I have “a week to myself,” all I will do is miss their constant nagging, questions, and all the other stupid crap they pull on a daily basis.
I’ll miss it. Bad.
These kids are my rocks. And my annoying pebbles — like the ones in your shoes. But truly, they are mostly my rocks.
They will return from Colorado with stories from “the best week ever,” and at the end of the day, I hope they treasure those memories — I want them to hold them tight in their hearts. But truth be told, I can’t wait to be annoyed with them all jumping in my bed, fighting for my attention and pleading that I watch some weird video on YouTube. Did I mention I HATE Minecraft?!
So are there perks of divorce? Not really…though I am happy in the place I am in today with my new husband and five kids (including two beautiful step-daughters), my children still struggle with tons of questions – none of them easy to answer.
Divorce sucks. And no, I never get a break. But my babies…they make everything worth it.
“Plan A” … He always knows.