Well, here we are again. Three weeks into another writing drought. The sad truth is that there hasn't been a lot of time to write since Bridget the WonderSitter, who has looked after the boys for most of TwoBert's life, left us. She finished school and uprooted herself to America's Wang, leaving behind the greatest city on the planet in favor of stultifying heat and giant, flying cockroaches. So for the past four weeks I worked on a project from 8am to 1pm and boywrangled from 2 to 7; Mama, vice versa. When dinnertime came it was amazing either one of us was able to stand, much less form a sentient thought.
The boys are enjoying the hell out of their summer vacations, and finally, wonderfully, mercifully, so am I. My project is over, and the boys and I will celebrate the end of the second-wettest June in LOD history with a trip to the beach, where the boys will spend hours hurling themselves at the waves and counting their wipeouts.
But there is better news. Tomorrow, Mama and the boys are moving to my neighborhood. The new apartment is larger, cheaper, and closer, and I'm sort of over the moon about it. Because the trip to see my boys is going from a 10-mile ride to a 10-minute walk.
I hope I don't sprain anything from all the fist-pumping.
Hooray!!!
Posted by: liz | July 13, 2009 at 10:22
Awesome news about the boys proximity! And finally some fun times for the summer. I'm sure the divorce hasn't gone as smooth as you always seem to present it here, but you both should be proud of trying so hard to put your boys first.
Posted by: Beth | July 13, 2009 at 10:44
Wonderful new for all of you! I have to say it, "Good things come to those who wait". So happy for you and I do hope you have a great beach trip!
Posted by: Dot | July 13, 2009 at 11:39
Yay for the move! It'll be nice to be closer to the boys.
Why would anyone want to live in Florida when they can live in NYC, is beyond me.
Posted by: Elisa | July 13, 2009 at 21:41
I recommend application of sunblock, hurling yourself at a few waves and laying still in the sun as an appropriate stretching routine to prevent sprains from fist-pumping. Have fun!
Posted by: RedPlanet | July 14, 2009 at 09:28
Ditto what liz said. Pat yourselves on the back.
Posted by: ch | July 14, 2009 at 11:43
Hey that's wonderful! and fist pump until your blue in the face.
Posted by: Becky | July 14, 2009 at 16:37
Most Excellent!
Posted by: Bob | July 15, 2009 at 11:46
call your mother.
Posted by: E | July 15, 2009 at 14:49
Woot!!! That's great news!
Posted by: 21stCenturyMom | July 15, 2009 at 22:47
That is great news!
Posted by: Alli | July 15, 2009 at 23:14
Years ago when I went through a divorce, a friend told me the best thing she ever did after her divorce was live near her children's father so that her daughters never had to go a day without seeing both parents if they wanted.
After living across town from each other, my ex now lives less than a mile away. Can I tell you that this is the road to salvation and sanity? (No more driving across town for forgotten soccer uniforms) Good for you and your ex, and most of all your kids!
Cheers,
www.minorcatastrophes.com
one mom, two dads, three boys and a very naughty dog...
Posted by: Megan | July 16, 2009 at 12:49
If I were single and looking and met a guy who lived on the same street as his ex for the proximity to his kids? I would be able to overlook three, possibly four, bad habits.
Posted by: Amy | July 18, 2009 at 08:18