Despite my protests, the kids did end up staying with their father over the weekend...we had a fight about it, the first one in a few years actually. Usually we barely talk when he comes to pick them up and drop them off.
In any case, I finally gave up and let them go with him. I shouldn't have done it. Meg came back a little better but now Annie's caught her cold, and she's got it worse than Meg...I had to move Meg to my room last night because Annie was coughing so hard. Meg was the only one who got any sleep. Poor Annie looks like she's been drugged, today. She finally fell asleep on the couch, and I don't want to move her in case she wakes up...
I asked Meg if they stayed up late at their father's place, and she evaded the question. Can you believe that? I didn't even press the question because I was so stunned. Meg's always been a little bit wild, but it just hurts that she would side with him against me.
In any case, I did manage to get Meg's approval on one thing- she found a box of clothes I used to wear when I was in high school, and apparently I was fashionable back then. She brought it up to me so excited about borrowing my old skirts and t-shirts...it's so strange to think that she's old enough to fit into that stuff. She's growing up so fast, and it makes my head spin. I was still just a kid when I had her, and seeing her reaching the end of middle school and trying on that ridiculous Slayer shirt I was wearing right around the time I got pregant with her...it's so strange. I'm so proud of my little girl, but I'm still getting used to the fact that she's not very little anymore.
Being a mom is strange.
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