My kiddo spends a week with me, and then a week with my ex. The "hand off" is Sunday evening, before dinner time, so that there's enough time for the kiddo to adjust to being at the other place.
Tonight I dropped off the kiddo off at my ex's, and even though we've been on this schedule for quite some time, I still have the same mixed feelings I've always had about it. I never in my wildest dreams would have thought that I wouldn't spend every night (or practically every night) with my kiddo under my roof. I still hate that there are these gaps in time when we aren't together, to share in the day-to-day. And though I know it's for the best, I hate knowing that I wound up turning the kiddo's world upside down, and creating all of this back-and-forth that now has to be done. Coming home to an empty house sucks. I should probably come up with some sort of Sunday evening ritual, but I'm usually a bit brain dead by the end of the weekend, and I have to get up VERY early on Monday mornings, so I don't tend to plan for this specific block of time. Which now that I think about it, is quite silly. Maybe I'll try thinking about that this week...how I'd like to spend the last few hours of my weekends when I'm on my own. It typically winds up being dinner and a little TV, and that's about it. But I think I can probably do better than that. It's time to really start figuring out how I want to spend my time, and to plan accordingly.
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