Crazy insanity

So, just an update about 'some people', aka, my ex....

He was all 'in my face' a month ago about wanting to talk to the boys every day, and then about a week later, he dropped off the face of the earth again for another THREE WEEKS.  My oldest asked me if he died.  Honestly, can you believe that?  What child needs to wonder if his parent has died?  That's just sick and wrong, especially since it is totally unjustified.  What a lame ass the man is.

Then he magically 'appeared' again yesterday, back on the scene.  Yep.  Just in time for Christmas.

I know the boys love him, and he is messing with their heads in a big way by taking his love away for unexpected periods of weeks or months.  He needs to wake up and get a CLUE.

Silent Night

Okay, I realize my last post was a rant about Santa.... but tonight, I'm grateful for the old man.  Thanks to him, my children were sound asleep, without any struggle, by 8:30 pm, knowing they needed to be asleep for Santa to bring them gifts.  And now, I get to enjoy the rest of this beautiful Silent Night.  That is a miracle, in my books.

So, Santa, you're alright, I guess.  I get it, and remember it, a bit.  I can remember the excitement of thinking that Santa would come to my house at night, and how much I wanted to fall asleep too.  As a parent, I appreciate the ease in the bedtime routine for one night.

Is it worth all the hype and materialism and total diminishment of the True Meaning of Christmas?  Nope.  But it's good to be a little bit grateful for something that you basically would dismiss in a heartbeat.