This week kinda sucked...
It didn't start out to bad. I felt like a pretty proud dad when Cobi came up to me on Sunday and for the first time told me he was going to get a yellow slip (Yellow slips are handed out at the end of each week to the kids that finish every single assingment)on Friday. He gotten them before, but he gets way more red slips (not good). So to hear such conviction in his voice, I felt like we made a breakthrough. Then came the email.
I received an email from Kristina that same night letting me know that she was moving to Rancho Cucamonga on March 11th. She had gotten another job out there. I had been dreading this news. This sucks foe three main reasons: 1. selfishly for me it means I get to see even less of Kirra than I do now. I love that little girl, more than Anyone will ever know. It hurt. Hurt real bad. Then I got to see her on Wednesday and I tears came rolling down my face. Yeah, I'm a big wimp, I know. 2. This also means that Kristina is going to see less of Cobi. I already wish he could see her more often. He needs his mom. I know he misses her. 3. we are seperating brother and sister. I remember just how happy and proud Cobi was when Kristina was pregnant. He was the proudest older brother the day she was born. And that continues to this day.
Then I get a call from Kristina that we are going to have a meeting with Cobi's teacher and principle. A parent never wants to get that call. What was frustrating was Cobi's statement on Sunday. I don't know, but being a 3/4 single parent isn't easy. I'm still learning. But I think we did get through to him.
My last thing this week had to do with expectations. Without going into detail, well, things didn't quite happen like I thought they might. Which makes me want to go into a shell. I tend to do that, I've noticed, on certain occasions. I guess I just need to get through these emotions (the Tuesday's with Morrie way)and detach myself from them. O'well, life goes one right...
I received an email from Kristina that same night letting me know that she was moving to Rancho Cucamonga on March 11th. She had gotten another job out there. I had been dreading this news. This sucks foe three main reasons: 1. selfishly for me it means I get to see even less of Kirra than I do now. I love that little girl, more than Anyone will ever know. It hurt. Hurt real bad. Then I got to see her on Wednesday and I tears came rolling down my face. Yeah, I'm a big wimp, I know. 2. This also means that Kristina is going to see less of Cobi. I already wish he could see her more often. He needs his mom. I know he misses her. 3. we are seperating brother and sister. I remember just how happy and proud Cobi was when Kristina was pregnant. He was the proudest older brother the day she was born. And that continues to this day.
Then I get a call from Kristina that we are going to have a meeting with Cobi's teacher and principle. A parent never wants to get that call. What was frustrating was Cobi's statement on Sunday. I don't know, but being a 3/4 single parent isn't easy. I'm still learning. But I think we did get through to him.
My last thing this week had to do with expectations. Without going into detail, well, things didn't quite happen like I thought they might. Which makes me want to go into a shell. I tend to do that, I've noticed, on certain occasions. I guess I just need to get through these emotions (the Tuesday's with Morrie way)and detach myself from them. O'well, life goes one right...
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