I’m feeling weird today, like I don’t know how to feel. The kids are home and they loved camp, so I’m through with worrying over that. What’s weird is, they are “home” but home this weekend refers to their other home. Dad’s house. Not our house. I just got through writing yesterday about how when they are at their father’s house it isn’t so bad because we know all is well and they are sort of right down the street.

This time though I am missing them just as much as I did while they were at camp. That is making me feel very selfish, which makes the whole thing worse. I just need to hang on until Wednesday. I can hack it.

Today we are supposed to be going to visit Jen’s mom. Something is on the agenda but I don’t know specifics enough to share. Later tonight, the Mrs. and I are going on a date. I’m looking forward to all of that, but I still really miss the kids.

I zeroed the time and distance function as I was putting the car in gear to pull out of the parking space at the camp ground.

We did take a slightly out of the way route, but just missed the drive home being exactly 100 miles.

We saw the kids at camp tonight.

THEY LOVED IT!!!

(was there any doubt?)

Unfortunately, my step son loved it so much that when we got there he was balling his eyes out because he had to leave. Last weekend he was crying out of fear of camp. Tonight he was crying because it was over.

His sensitivity is a wonderful part of his personality, but it is always at the extremes. There is no middle ground.

I hope he feels better after daddy gets him home. I hope so.

Today is the day we go see the kids at camp!

It’s so strange.  We only see them 50% of the time.  The other 50% of the time they are at their dad’s.  Makes sense, right?  There have actually only been two days this week that they would have been with us but they weren’t.  Why then are we missing them so much more this week when there are days every week when we don’t see them at all? 

Two reasons.  One, when they aren’t with us they are with their dad and step mom and we know that they are in good hands and are being taken care of and if anything goes wrong (heaven forbid) then there are people who care about them right there to make things right.  That’s not the case this week.  I don’t mean to say anything bad about the people running the camp at all, so don’t get me wrong.  I have full confidence that they are being taken care of.  Still… they aren’t being watched over by any of us, and that makes a difference on an emotional level.

Second, they are far away.  Far Away.  If something were to happen (heaven forbid) while they are at their dad’s, we can get to them in minutes.  That’s not the case this week.  They are Far Away.

Today, however, is the last day.  We are all going up to see them for the camp’s family day and then they are going home with their dad.  Camp started on a mom weekend so we brought them up.  Camp ends on a dad weekend so he brings them back. 

I hope they had a great time.  I hope they had a great enough time that they say they want to go back next year.  I am going to feel so bad if we dropped them off and then they were miserable for a week.  I want to be overrun by stories of all the fun things they did.  I hope there isn’t a single negative thought in their heads.

We get to see the kids tonight!  WOOHOO!

I never noticed that Flickr’s slideshow function includes sharing options.  I’m just testing them out here.

I’ve been listening to a lot of various Tommy Bolin stuff lately.  Stay off the drugs kids, you don’t want to waste your life the way Tommy did.

I just sent each kid an email through the camp ground’s website.  Basically the messages I have sent them have been two things repeated over and over.  Are you having fun, and I can’t wait to see you.  Ah, I am a literary genius, eh?

Tomorrow after work we have to go up to the camp site for their family night.  The kids will be going home with their dad, as it’s his weekend.  After the fun and games are over, Jen and I are thinking about staying out there and making a lost-in-the-woods weekend out of it.  All of that depends on finding a way to get out there to the wild west of Southern New Hampshire without getting stuck in soul sucking traffic. 

How is route 2 on Fridays in the summer?

I take this is a good sign. 

We told my step son to try and tough it out until Tuesday afternoon.  If he was still having a miserable time by then he could call us and we would come running.  The deadline came yesterday afternoon.  I spent the whole afternoon and evening feeling nervous that the call was about to come.  Any minute now, I thought.

I didn’t want him to call.  I didn’t actually think he would call.  I was just nervous that he was feeling bad while doing something that should be a truck load of awesome. 

At one point last night I looked at the clock and it said 8:45.  The camp has lights out at 9:00.  I went back to whatever I was doing and then looked up again and it was 9:30.  Bed time had come and gone.  Lights out had come and gone.  Still no phone call.  The little man is having fun!  He didn’t call in his rescue, so that must mean he’s enjoying himself!

I do so hope that that is the case.

So yesterday word got out that the Red Sox were talking to other teams about possibly trading for Josh Beckett.

Today, Mr. Beckett faces Cy Young aka Justin Verlander and leaves the game in the third inning with an injury.

If Beckett didn’t come off as an arrogant douchebag all the time I would feel bad. As it is I have a pretty strong feeling that he is pulling a stunt.

I wish they could have dumped his ass somewhere.

I need to put air in one of the van’s tires. There is a car in front of me. After seeing him top off all four of his tires I am now sitting here watching him disassemble his mini van so that he can top off his spare.

There are only so many hours in the day.