Lets recap shall we?
Grrrrrs kids are coming on Monday, right? And yes, his ex-wife and her new husband are bringing them to the US because the lil’ Grrrrs are really too young to fly overseas with a connection and everything, so I do get that. Plus, its the first time the kids are coming to visit. And YES, the ex-wife and hub are staying with usfor two nights. After that, for the next ten nights, theyll be staying in the loft building where we live. Our building has furnished lofts for nightly rental, and ex-wife and hub will even be staying on our floor, so all should be well, right?
[crossing fingers]
[knocking wood]
[praying to porcelain god]
So last night when I walked in the door, Grrrr kissed me hello (before handing me a glass of champagne and making me dinner
always nice!), and then told me that theres a kink in the travel plans. Apparently, after all of my (innocent, I swear!!) meddling and asking if everything was ready and allllllll of the phone calls that hes made to his kids/ex overseas, and alllllllllllllllll of the little cutesy extra conversations that he and the ex have had over the past few weeks (gag
and yes, I will admit here that I am a lot more jealous than Im comfortable with), it seems that she didnt have all of the kids paperwork in order and that travel requirements for their country had changed and that he was afraid they werent going to be able to make it. And he had this slight look of panic and sick on his face.
So I suggested that because his kids have dual citizenship, that he fax over the required paperwork (he has possession of their US passports, birth certificates, and SSN cards) so that she could take them all to the US embassy/consulate in their town
.
You would NOT believe what a wild goose chase/comedy of errors/tragedy the night became. Lets see. The evening involved:
Dinner, with bubbly, which was especially wonderful (but thats where it ends)
A walk to try to release some of the tension we were both feeling (him, because of the ex/paperwork debacle, and me, because I was still reeling from a kid conversation wed had the night before (much more to that
another entry if I can get it out).
Tearing through the storage space to find all of the necessary paperwork. But before he found the paperwork, he found a photo album that he thought was full of a certain bunch of photos, when it actually was chock full of lovey-dovey, sappy, kissy-with-the-ex-wife stuff that he actually told me NOT to look at. And that, my friends, added major fuel to my bubbly-filled fire. So while he rummaged through another box, I started flipping through the album. Big mistake. BIG mistake. I am such an idiot. Even thinking about how adorable those photos were makes my stomach churn. And yes, I KNOW this is not rational thinking
.that was the past
a past that I have no business sniffing through if I dont want to see things that will make me ache with jealousy. Of course, I stupidly made petty comments and instantly felt horrible, but could
not
stop!!
[Please realize that Im horrified with myself, okay? This is as bad as throwing myself on the flooranyone remember that?]
Until he took the book right out of my hands and led me out of the storage room, paperwork in hand. I felt so scolded again, but what can I say? I needed it. I am such a fucking baby.
Trying to find my old scanner, and having no luck
Getting into the car with a plastic cup full of bubbly
him trying to take the booze outta my hands. Me resisting. Him trying harder. Me resisting more, but then realizing what a true ASS I was being, giving in. Him dumping out bubbly in the parking lot. [I swear, this entry is one of the most humiliating entries]
Trying to find a 24-hour FedEx-Kinkos (by this time it was 10pm) that was truly open (do you know how many are NOT open at 10? Almost ALL of them in my city!)
Finding one at around 11pm
Grrrrrr having to scan all the necessary paperwork because, according to FedEx-Kinkos, faxing those documents is illegalwho knew?!
Getting home and Grrrrrr finding out that hed saved all but one of the six documents incorrectly
Getting very, very grumpy
Trying to use the fax machine in the building where we live that NOBODY KNOWS HOW TO WORK
Going back to the loft and drinking a beer as we discuss what to do next.
Going back out to find the closer FedEx-Kinkos, which turned out to be CLOSED, duh!
Going out close to the airport to find another FedEx-Kinkos, again, closed.
Ending up at the Grand Hyatt at the airport, begging the desk manager to fax the EMERGENCY documents.
Fax not going through.
Having a beer at the bar (last call) while we wait for the fax to go through.
Fax not going through.
Fax not going through.
Calling the ex (its 7am their time at this point) to reconfirm fax number.
Fax not going through.
Fax not going through.
Fax not going through.
Fight.
Silence in the car.
Wrong directions back to the original 24-hour FedEx-Kinkos (directions given by moi).
Animosity.
Venom.
Trying to laugh about the whole situation.
Exhaustion.
Finally getting back to original Fed-Ex Kinkos, where I wait in the car while he scans the documentsagain.
His phone ringing, and of course I have to answer and speak to the ex-wifewhich really should be no biggie because shes been nothing but friendly to meyet all I can do is picture those lovey-dovey photos in my head and wishing she never existed (I was still very cordial to her on the phone and took it inside so she and Grrrrrr could talk).
Finally getting home after 2am
Not sleeping.
Not sleeping.
Not sleeping.
Phone ringing
ex-wife. All paperwork is in order, passports taken care of. Transportation is a GO.
Alarm ringing.
Getting ready for work.
Tense kisses goodbye with Grrrrrr.
And here I am at the office. Nodding off. Writing an entry. REALLY needing to get some major work done.
So Im off.
I just had to get that shit off my chest.
More, much more soon
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