The boys made it through the entire weekend with their dad. On Thursday and Friday, I got a few texts from MonoBoy for help. Then Friday night, the tides of favoritism changed and LoverBoy took over with the cries for help on Saturday and Sunday.
Other than that, my weekend was extremely peaceful. I did things that I normally HATE, but since I never have time to do them, it felt like a huge accomplishment. Like mopping. I hate mopping, but discovering my why-did-they-choose-practically-white tile floors again? Awesome.
It wasn’t all work, though. I spent some time reading, catching up on all of the shows on my DVR, and getting updates from friends about the goings-on with the boys and their father. (I’m not going to lie. That last part made me giddy.)
Before the boys left, I was pretty much at my wit’s end with LoverBoy. All of the new boundaries and the pushing of those boundaries. I was struggling to even like my own child. I definitely hated his new attitude.
I actually typed up rules regarding the use of the car, curfews, teens in the house while I work, public displays of affection, and everything else I could think of so that we could gave a written document to refer to.
I really should post the list. You would probably laugh at the fact that I felt the need to state the obvious. (I.e. Sex – Don’t do it. You’re too young. One mistake could have a lifetime of consequences.)
I debated if I should forward the list to The Ex as a heads up of what he might be facing, but we all know that I would just be opening myself up to scrutiny. I reminded myself of his reaction to the purchase of the car and the snide remark he sent when I texted him that LoverBoy passed the driving test. I decided to let him find his own way on this one.
And he did. I’m actually pretty proud of him. He seems to have the same fears about this new girlfriend that I have. He worries about the driving and the potential for s-e-x like I do. Not that we’ve talked about. I just heard from friends that he drove around town looking for LoverBoy when he didn’t respond to a text on Friday night. He found him and enforced his curfew. He also got to see the angry and mopey side of LoverBoy when girlfriend drama arose.
Welcome to my new sucky world.
I’ve thought about sending him a text to show my appreciation, but even in my Benadryl haze I know it’s not a good idea. At least, though, we are finally parallel parenting. And to think, it only took 5 years after the divorce to get to this point.
My newest question is whether I should tell him about the wreck that LoverBoy had earlier this evening. He backed into his friend’s dad’s car on his to soccer practice. Just moments before it happened, I was smiling in appreciation of the fact that he could drive himself to practice while I settled into a Benadryl coma.
Lucky for LoverBoy, I don’t have the energy to freak out, thanks to the Benadryl. And for a moment, he was freaking out enough for the both of us. I almost felt sorry for him. Until his girlfriend called and they decided to go bowling. Oh yeah, such remorse.
Perhaps I will text his dad and tell him about it. “Happy What-Would-Have-Been-Our-18th-Wedding-Annivesary! Oh, and your son got in a wreck. Apparently, not only does he have your charm (and one track mind) when it comes to females, he inherited your driving skills too!”