The kids are coming home today. Well, home in that -that's where we live now. Mary Belle and Mike have never been to Minnesota. I'm assuming by choice.
It's finally snowed here. Actually, what we got was a nice coating of sleet so that the drive to work is more of an icy adventure. Cars spinning out in front of you in their peculiar ballet of physics is always fun. I seemed to have retained my winter driving skills though so I've successfully avoided any collisions so far.
I'm always amazed at how keyed up I am to see the kids. Parenting is such an odd bag of events. Unlike their bio-parents I see them as people and not financial obligations. I just enjoy them so much.
I do have to go back to court with Logan’s bio-mom on the 27th.
Apparently she feels that abandoning Logan at five years old and paying a paltry sum for the last thirteen years is quite enough. She’s unwilling to give him anything more. To her credit she’s done better than Mary’s ex’s. Mary’s ex’s just plain ignore their kids and their responsibility. Oh they’ll lament about how Mary did them wrong, in a droning southern drawl so it seems at least theatrical. Then try and sneak lusty nostalgic looks at Mary while their wives are looking the other way. They’ll say had no choice. -but the truth is they are just weak people with no actual knowledge of parenting. No real connection to their children. It’s sad. I wish them good will just because they won’t do it for themselves.
I suppose that if I look back at my own experiences with parents. How I was raised. I got pretty lucky. My mom and my step dad were always very supportive and aware of me. They still are. I guess the other parents didn’t get much in the way of training.
Do I sound bitter? I'm not. Just tired of them. The bio-parents don't even come into play much anymore. They just exist in this kind of Twilight Zone of our periphery. Maybe the snow is making me reflective or something?