Hi there! Remember us? The divorced parents who started that blog last year? It was called “After the Fire,” right? “Fire and Ice” maybe? I’m pretty sure there was something in there about burning.
We’re still here, trying to deal the daily dealings, but if you’re a divorced parent, you know that after the fire, the fire still burns. There are days when you’re getting along well, and you’re in a mostly good place about co-parenting with this stranger you used to love. And there are days when you just want to forget her name.
When we left off, we were hip-deep in major negotiations. They’re still going on, but the endgame is in reach. And I’m really looking forward to having this over with, so we can get on with whatever the next thing is.
The kids are still oblivious, mostly because there’s no reason to tell them anything until the decision is made. But we still need to talk about it, and the only times we’re ever in the same room are when the kids are with us. Since face-to-face discussions aren’t as frequent as I’d like them to be, we’ve run into the arms of technology to improvise.
The other day Moxie was over here for an hour or so after she got back from a trip, and the four of us were talking about school, and ninjas, and the video game our son wants to write in which his school is destroyed by ninjas. And throughout the conversational crossfire, Moxie and I had our phones out, texting each other information with a Born Before 2000 security clearance.
It’s not that noteworthy, really. A few thousand surreptitious texts were sent while you read this sentence. But it just struck me funny that while the kids were hopping all over us, we were slyly single-thumbing their future.