Wednesday, December 3, 2014

December eve

Here I am, blissfully alone, sitting on my couch, fake fire glowing, as I tap away into the ether. My circumstances changed with a blink. I went from wiping four-year-old noses to enduring pre-teen poses. I guess I like it all, but I'm glad I'm no longer in the JK yard, coming down with every variety of communicable ailment because I had to hold hands with the little germ mongers every day. Don't get me wrong, I loved them all, but I was also very, very sick, very, very often.

Middle school is much more civilized, germ-wise, although not so much otherwise.

The good news is that E and I get to escape to Cuba on Christmas Day. Hooray. I had to convince him to take me to a resort, rather than his kids, which was his original plan. I do have to do a lot of convincing with this man, which can be annoying, but at least he accomodates me. Can I say that I can't wait until the kids are grown and gone? Is that such a bad thing to admit to? His kids, not mine. Mine is challenging, but I like having her around . . . most of the time.

Ahhh, parenting. What a challenge thou art. Both E and I are dealing with kids on some kind of spectrum and it is hard going.

What isn't?

Why is that?

There must be a way, time, place that makes this all make sense.

Winter is a time to spend dark nights wondering about the sense of everything . . . when all is muffled in the cold, white shroud of snow.