Star Light, Star Bright

I wish I may, I wish I might talk on the phone with my kids tonight.

Moira called me yesterday morning to tell me that they were back in town and that they were out of cell phone range for a week (yeah. . . right). She said she would have the kids call me when they got up. Either she forgot, the kids never got up or she is playing the predictable games that divorced people play. I left another message this morning. I wanted to see them last week. I want to see them even more this week. It's a shame that people can't just talk to each other. I will take my fight to spend more time with my children to the courts.