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The reason I was at the pool today is because my son’s kindergarten teacher from last year wanted a “class reunion” before first grade starts next week, and I had been dreading it all summer because I didn’t want to be in a swimsuit around all the other parents. I contemplated just going and…
I was super self-conscious about bearing it all with The Internet at the dog beach last weekend. I’ve gained a lot of weight since I changed jobs and I’m not on my feet all day anymore. And oh yeah, earlier that week I ate like a million cheeses. I considered not swimming but I’m sorry if there’s water I want to be in it.
Because I can’t resist diving into waves on a hot day I decided to give no fucks and just do it. I had the best time with Ten and Zora and Tucker, and even got compliments from halfbakedidea. You never know.
I’m writing this as a ‘please pay attention’ to separated and divorced parents. Listen up, gang. Straight from me to you.
I’ve done some pretty self-sabotaging things, just to make sure my kids’ lives were easier. It’s what a parent does, right? Right. Part o’the job. Now, I’m not saying other have to do the same things I’ve done. You do you, boo. I’m not throwing shade or pointing fingers.
But here’s my little wisdom nugget for today.
No matter how well or how awfully you get along with your now ex-spouse, please don’t let your kids forget your ex-spouse’s birthday. I mean it. I don’t care if you wouldn’t cross the street to piss on that fucking ex if their brains were on fire, you make sure little Betty and little Billy remember their birthday. Cough up a fucking fiver, take them to buy a card or something ridiculous at the dollar store. Do. It.
Want to know why? Because your child is eventually going to become aware that they’ve missed Mom’s or Dad’s birthday, something they really ought to know but hey, they’re only 3 or 5 or 12 or whatever and have no concept of date, and they’re going to feel awful that they missed the day. And you could have avoided that.
Whose fault is it that your kid feels like shit?
It’s not your ex’s responsibility to run around announcing their upcoming birthday. Regular, polite people don’t have to do that. You remember. I know you do. Nut up and just mention it in advance, take little Jimmy to the craft store so he can make a tin can covered in macaroni or some shit, and put a bow on it. Johnny will feel like a hero, and you will have proven your humanity to the universe. Plus you’ve been a good parent and modelled conscientious, caring and kind behaviour. Go you!