(Grr. I don’t sniff glue, people. It’s a QUOTE.)
Anyway, so Gene is on his business trip and I’m home alone with the Boy. I’m trying to give up my preferred poisons of chocolate and caffeinated soda. I have a headache of epic proportions.
The boy wants to go hooooome. Wantsta go home. I have heard multiple verses of the “Wantsta Go Home” song. I finally told him we would discuss it tomorrow with his dad. We have a 2 pm appointment tomorrow to go to and after that, we’ll discuss it. I hope to buy some time with the promise of a trip to the theme park Wednesday. If we can just make it until Gene gets home, then
it’s his problem again maybe the healing can begin.
I didn’t ask for this. I can’t get into details due to the very real possibility that The Boy’s mom’s attorney has found the blog, but trust me when I tell you that the haircoloring I booked for late August (first open appointment, yea!) is only the tip of the iceberg. Someone OWES me huge time. Anyone who says that marriage isn’t about who owes whom is totally full of crap and has never spent an evening taking care of a child who isn’t even yours and end up with a child who just wants to go hoooome.