Yesterday was AWESOME! Diva and I had the best time. I must say, I really enjoy my daughter’s company and sense of humor.
Of course I gave her a manicure and pedicure, with cute little skull stickers to top them off and make her look “totally rad” (and to piss off x , because pissing him off is what I do best and vise-versa).
For snacks during the movie we enjoyed: movie theater “pour over butter” popcorn, cashews, and Twice Baked Ben and Jerry’s ice cream (that I fed Diva while her nails were wet and gave her all of the delicious unbaked brownies and unbaked cookie dough she could handle).
We talked about love. And I explained to her why I was crying when Meryl Streep was singing “The winner takes it all”. She kept telling me how much she will miss me when she is gone while I put beads in her hair.
The day with her just went by too fricken quickly. But, I KNOW that she will remember. And I will remember painting her cute little toes purple while she tried to hold in laughter and not move (because she has like, the most ticklish feet ever!) I will remember listening to her sweet little voice while she sang along to the movie. I will remember looking at her while I fed her bite after bite of ice cream and relished in her cuteness and beauty. I will remember the softness of her hair while I brushed it smooth. And I will remember her telling me that she had the best day ever.
Today is the last day with my kids until January 3rd. It will creep by slowly. Each day without them will be excruciating and painful. Like a part of me has been stolen away. Trying to explain this to AF (hell, any man in general) is hard. He doesn’t understand the already forming “empty bubble” inside my chest.
If I still prayed, I would pray for their safe and speedy return back into my arms. I would pray that their father won’t be a selfish prick and actually spend time with them. And I would pray that I wouldn’t miss them so much. Now I can only “hope” for those things. Which I guess is “praying” in some sense.
I wish I had some funny video for you to watch at the end of this post. And not leave you with my sense of dread. Oh, here’s a really stupid joke:
Why do men whistle when they’re sitting on the toilet?
Because it helps them remember which end they need to wipe.