I can see clearly now

Moira,
With you moving an hour and a half away, I hope you will find it in your heart to allow overnight weekend visitations every other week. I value the time I am allowed with the kids and can't bear to think about our time being minimized further. As you are aware, I am out of work. I generally bring the kids back to my house to feed them a nutritious home cooked meal as opposed to spending money on fast food.
Perhaps you have given this some thought and have some suggestions as to how we make this all work. I anxiously await your response.


Sincerely,

Tom

She did something nice?

Stranger things have happened, I guess. Got a call from Moira telling me that Max's class was celebrating his birthday. She was bringing cupcakes. She asked me if I wanted to come. I said, "Sure!" It was great to share that with Max. Also took Liam to the boys bathroom. Not being that hip to what he knows I asked him if he wanted to use the urinal or a stall. Now, he is 3 years old and barely talks. He indicates that the little elementary school urinal will be fine. We pull down his pants, and his pull up (diaper) down. I tell him to go at it, so he turns around and starts to sit on it. Oy. I calmly explained that we don't sit on the urinals and that we use the stalls for that. He took a nice leak and we left.





So why the call from Moira? Was she being nice or did she just want to use the opportunity to tell me that she had got restraining order on a guy she knew. She wanted me to have a copy and know because he is not to approach her or the kids EVER. She said that he had spent 6 days in jail and had threatened her. I met this guy a few times. I told her that I hoped she knew that if she ever needed help quickly, to call me and I would be there. What a sap I am.

Confused

I'm having trouble moving forward because I keep looking back. I'm in pain and it's getting in the way. I just want to be happy. I just want to feel complete. I need to get laid.

I am a good father and I was a good husband. Was I? OK so I worked to much, trying to do what I thought was right.

This is not helping.

Need to be proactive

Need to get a grip

probably need a hooker

I went dancing Wednesday night. Had a great time. Dancing with Grace is wonderful, she tells me to chill with my shoulders and dance with my feet. Maggie is so beautiful she cuts a rug. Julie was my first dance partner, it was her Birthday. They all say I'm getting better. . . I don't see it. . . but I just love dancing with all of them. Maybe I should ask Maggie out on a date. Would hate to make things weird on dance nite. As it stands, we all show up week after week, dance and close the joint.

I think I'll buy Buster a new winter coat. The zipper is busted on the one he has and it's getting cold.

It's getting cold. . . and I'm getting old.

Thanksgiving