It’s August 1st. I should just slit my wrists and call it a day. I kid. I don’t like the sight of blood. Or the thought of death. But I still hate August 1st.
First of all, my first-born son turns seventeen today. What? Will someone please explain to me how this happened? Wasn’t it just yesterday that he was a baby that loved his mamma? For some reason, seventeen is really, really bothering me. More than “Sweet 16” bothered me, and I sent him on his way in a car…potential death on wheels. I can’t explain why, but seventeen just seems much closer to adulthood and independence and LEAVING HOME. Oh sure, there are days when I wonder if it’s too soon to start packing his bags for college, but today, my friends, is not that day.
Another reason I’m not a fan of this day is that it is the anniversary of D-Day. How many years have I been divorced now? Geez, six years? Wow. Time really is flying. This is probably the first one where I really don’t care all that much about it. There is some significant progress going on over here. I don’t really care to talk to him, though, so I am avoiding his phone call.
And yes, he has tried to call me. Apparently, our seventeen-year-old told him that he does not want to go on an overnight trip to float on the river. The Ex even offered to bring along his girlfriend. Of course, my initial reaction was, “So you get to have a sleepover with your girlfriend at the river?” I decided, however, to pick my battles. To wait and see how things played out. You know, since that’s what a therapist told me to do. No sense in panicking until there was a definite plan. Dang, those therapist people are smart. It appears that LoverBoy decided against the trip all on his own. His reasons were a bit different – it’s his girlfriend’s last weekend in town before she heads out for Aggieland and he doesn’t want to take her away from her family or take his attention off of her in any way.
I think The Ex is calling to vent. I’ve already had the conversation in my head…accusations that I have tainted the kids against him, declarations that he needs to put his foot down on this relationship thing since it’s ruling LoverBoy’s life, and some whining about how LoverBoy drag it out and didn’t tell him no right away and how disrespectful he is. See? There’s really no reason to call him back. I already know what he’s going to say because I have heard it ad nauseam for SIX YEARS.
This year, August 1st has taken its pain-in-my-ass status to a whole new level. LoverBoy has made plans to celebrate his day with his girlfriend, I get to spend all day going to the doctor and having lab work done for some issues (I won’t go into detail because TMI), and tonight I get to work because we are having a gospel concert. I know, I should probably attend the concert for some inspiration. I won’t, though. I know me.
I’m just going to pout until August 2nd. Then I will celebrate a seventeenth birthday with the best kid in the world!