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Dale -
Hey Kevin, thanks for setting me up with your cousin Kelly. Too bad she lives here in NYC and not Danville, I could see myself asking her out again.
Kevin –
What the hell are you talking about Dale? SHELLY (not Kelly) said you were a no-show. She ended up going home, and now you owe me $40.00 for her babysitter btw.
Dale –
What are you talking about? I just spent the night in a hotel with Kelly, not Shelly!
Kevin -
Fuck man! It sounds like you picked up the wrong girl. LMAO Hope you used protection.
Who the hell did I spend the night with? And why was I not disappointed that it was Kelly instead of Shelly?
The week that followed my encounter with Kelly went by fast. Since it was only two weeks post-Kelly that the new school year was set to start at Danville Elementary, I had a lot to prepare for as the school's principal.
Not only would my twins be starting kindergarten this year, but per my divorce agreement, they would begin living with me full-time during this school term.
Douchy yoga man had booked a gig as a cruise fitness instructor and Maggie wanted to go with him to see if they could make it in the real world.
I called bullshit on that. Especially since John and Maggie have been together for more than five years now by my calculations, thus, it's more likely that she's worried he'll find another woman to occupy his time.
The more I thought about our marriage, the more I realized that I was just a placeholder over the last few years while she waited for yoga man to be able to provide for her financially.
Completely consumed by her "love" for her lover, Maggie had been an unreliable presence in our children's lives. Sadly, they had even started to realize that they were being given the brush off, and Katie was especially convinced that mommy didn't love her anymore.
Dealing with this stress just made my pressure-free time with Kelly seem like a blessing. For only one night, I was able to think of myself and not have to worry about taking care of my ex and the kids.
Something that I hadn't done since before the twins were born.
Don't get me wrong, I would die for my children, but suddenly becoming the sole parent of 5-year-old twins was exhausting. I knew I was supposed to cherish this time with them, but it didn't make it any less stressful.
A week before the beginning of the school year was our school's annual open house which I dreaded every year. It was probably the only day I disliked my job.
Open house nights were always the nights when the problem parents either tried to insert their domineering expectations on my staff or went out of their way to make teachers feel inferior. Granted we still had a lot of great parents in between, but this year I had the added bonus of being a newly divorced, single dad.
I might as well put up a sign above my head with a neon flashing arrow pointed at my head saying "Open for business," because my new marital status was turning out to be an invitation to all of the single moms to come on to me. One mom even tried to jump me in my office at the end of term last year... which is why I now had security cameras set up in my office.
Who taught these people about boundaries?
On the bright side, once tonight was over everything would fall into place like a well-oiled machine and the school year would begin.