2012 is already shaping up better than I could have expected. OK, I haven't quit eating chocolate (or cookies) but I have *tried* to cut down. And I have been running. and I think maybe I didn;t swear twice when I thought I was going to. Little baby steps.
Also - I finished a sweater. And bought the zip. (Let's not discuss sewing it in right now.) I knit Calvin a new pair of socks. I knit a legwarmer or two. I acquired two new knitting machines I don't need (I think we'll sell one to fund the rest) along with some amazingly cool accessories. I do love knitting machines so.
My dick of an ex has problems with details like who has the kid when. Whe he thinks he knows what's going on he doesn't reach back into his memory and think: "hmm... the last three time I thought I knew what was going on I fucked up, maybe I should confirm if what I think to be true actually is true." Nope, not him. He just assumes he's right. He is a man, after all.
So he assumed we'd swapped weekends. Permanently. I've had the kids every other weekend for the past year. It's a recuring appointment in my calendar. I KNOW when I'm supposed to have them. Anyway, when I picked up the kids and they told me daddy was supposed to I figured it was happeneing again.
To make a long story short, I don't care. This, in fact, is awesome and if I had thought about it I might have asked for just this. Now every single weekend I have a derby event, I DON'T have the kids, instead of just the opposite. Cosmic karma in my favour for once.
Montreal Training Camp, here I come!!
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