The Kid Exchange

Oh, how I hate kid exchange. I've posted that I was married before, and divorced...at least I think I have. That was a long time ago, and it's been dealt with between God and I. So, for the summer, my two oldest kids go to see their dad. I absolutely hate it. It feels like I've lost an arm or something. They are a part of me and now they aren't here.

This summer, just Saren goes. Aimee, at 16, is working, and there is summer basketball this year, so she wants to stay here. Saren had planned on staying, but decided last minute that he wants to go. The kid exchange has to be today, due to other summer plans that dad has going on. Saren decided...last night.

So I was up until 3 am doing laundry, and am still doing laundry this morning. Larry wants to leave in 20 minutes and laundry isn't done LOL. The last load is in the dryer, but still. I will still have to fold it and put it into bags. I am quite OCD about how I pack, so it's all laying out in neat piles on the bed right now. I'm highly emotional after 2ish hours of sleep and I know it's because I had gotten my heart set on Saren staying here. It would be the first summer they've been here in five years.

I know that's selfish, and I'm really trying hard not to be. Their dad doesn't see them very often. They don't live tremendously far away, but his days off are stable and he's subject to call in, so we can't just take them down for a weekend. We meet about 2 hours away and drop them off. And I hate it every single time. He gets them every other holiday and spring break, and as much as he wants during the summer. Saren will be gone for two months. I know that he will have a good time with his dad, and I'm not at all worried about his dad's ability to take care of him. I just hate him being gone.

So I'm sitting here at the computer working on my blog because if I go sit down on the nice comfy couch in the living room I will be asleep in about 3 nanoseconds. It's going to get real fun around here once Larry leaves and Aimee goes to work. Me and Nikki and the two littles. Just how little sleep can one get through a day on?

I love you, Saren, have a great time.

My boys, Saren and Roan.