Thursday, November 8, 2012

Kids are Cramping My Style

So I really like Divorced Dad. It’s been four months and really feels that he knows me better than some of my best friends. He’s an absolute sweetheart and I love spending time with him. Only problem is, I rarely get to spend time with him.

He loves his kids, and I adore that. But the kids are his first priority, and I was hoping to meet a guy where I would be his number one. Technically, I’m like number four or five, because I think the job even comes before me. With this joint physical custody, he literally has the kids four nights a week. Sometimes more, since the mom will take the kids back when he’s at work, she doesn’t count those hours towards his time.

Needless to say, this leaves for very little “us” time. We spend the night over each others house, but he usually comes to mine (I think just because I cook). Because his day off is usually spent with the kids, we only get a night together before one of us has to rush off to work in the morning. 

He’s still accompanied me to some events, and we’ve always had a good time. But there have been last minute things he couldn’t go to because he couldn’t get his sister to watch the kids. I usually have to tell him about things on Friday or Saturday nights two weeks in advance. This isn’t usually a big deal since I normally find out about things ahead of time. But it also doesn't leave much room for spontaneity.

He had never missed something I asked him to do, until last week. I had purchased tickets for the Metro Times Decadence party. The awesome event included burlesque dancers, jazz band, food samples and nine (yes nine) drink tickets. He was excited to go and we had talked about it all week. I had even purchased new shoes, although I never need an excuse to buy new shoes!

The morning of the event I get the text saying his son had been sick all night and he had to take off work. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to make it if his son wasn’t feeling any better that evening. I couldn’t hide my disappointment. The one day that I was going to see him that week was getting taken away by the kids he’s had all week. The mother was out of town, and he being a responsible dad, does not want to leave the sick kid with a baby sitter.

Again, I can’t be mad that he’s such a great father. But man are these kids really affecting my ability to get laid lately.

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