Quiet steps.

I am going to leave this here. It is eating at me and I’m getting short with the kids as this goes around and around like saying the rosary. Expect instead of praying for forgiveness, I’m torn between being thankful nothing happened and wishing my Ex would stub his fat toe.

“Mom, you know what was really cool? Dad let me go down with M**** to get our toothpaste and toothbrush for the night in the hotel. All by ourselves from the fourth floor.”

I praised her for being responsible and not getting lost. I think I mumbled through a half enthusiastic that’s cool. I didn’t ask more questions because Miss M would have felt a red flag raised to stop talking about her weekend visit. I swallowed the 8-year-old’s narrative as perhaps it isn’t the whole story.

I texted Ex about it today. I was told it was not my business and to raise it up in court.

Two 8 year old girls. Navigating a public hotel. Four floors. Sometimes after 7PM on a Saturday. Unsupervised.

I am not a perfect parent. I make mistakes. I swear a shit ton lately. I have lost sight of one of the four kids some days when we are in big crowds. I get that things can happen. Maybe I am overly protective. Maybe I am a worry wart.

But while I trust the head on my daughters shoulders to complete that task, I sure as fuck don’t trust a hotel full of strangers, the fact they could have gotten turned around, or the fact that two eight years old together can have some terrible ideas. I’m just having a hard time swallowing it. It is done. Miss M is fine.

But… How can you take me court for more time? To take her on vacation? When you can’t even be bothered to walk kids down to a lobby?


Oh gosh, I just spilled my guts. Please comment and tell me what you think. :)

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.