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All’s quiet on the coparenting front.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Ha ha ha ha.

Ha ha ha.

Just kidding.  Actually, I think we’re back to level 5, which I'll take.

I tried another email at the suggestion of the coparenting counselor about the Mother’s day week end swap—the plot has thickened a bit, because now there’s an opportunity for me to travel for work the week end that is in question.  At any rate, I asked if he could please get back to me in two weeks.  He responded that he has an event that is being planned around that time (I take that would mean on mother’s day week end, since why would it be a problem for the kids to be with him the following week end?), but that he will get back to me in two weeks or earlier, so I guess that’s progress.  

I will say that the kids have been in good moods since coming home, no stressful stories, and I’m glad about that.  We’re heading into a whirlwind week end of birthday parties—I feel like I’m being a professional driver and pizza delivery person, and that’s fine with me!  Just going to pace myself and enjoy every moment that I can.  

Just one thing that I hope I don’t pay for later—last night, we called dad like we always do, but weren’t able to reach him, so the girls left a message, and we went on with dinner.  I checked my phone, and he texted asking if the girls could call him back, so after dinner, we tried again, but didn’t reach him again.  So I put my phone away and off we went with the rest of our evening, playing with our dog, watching American Idol on the DVR, cuddling on the couch.  After I put the girls to bed, I checked my phone and it’s been blown up with missed calls and texts…I hope I don’t pay for this.  But at the mediator’s advice, I responded (otherwise he thinks I’m plotting against him—her observation as well as mine) via text that we called him twice and didn’t reach him, our evenings are busy, didn’t see the texts until now, and we will call him back tomorrow(today) at the normal time.

So…let’s hope I don’t catch fire for that, but if I do, I guess I’ll put on my fire resistant pants and goggles and head into the flames.