Day Eight-One, Thursday Night

Leftovers, well not really, I made bolognese a couple of nights ago and I made so much that we had it again on different noodles, if you will excuse the term, I believe it is called American Chop Suey. Elbow macaroni with sauce baked with cheese on top. It was yummy and it was nice to use up things we have in the house.

My parenting skills are being put to the test in the biggest way. Fortunately I have chosen an amazing and most excellent partner (I must put the disclaimer that I HATE it when people use the word partner to describe their romantic involvement. TR is my husband, my boyfriend, my true love and only in parenting he is my partner) to raise children with. His hopes, dreams and goals for our children are so similar to mine. I don't feel alone when parenting, I know that he will support me and I hope that he knows that I will support him. He is fair, loving and reminds me to stand my ground when I need to. I am so lucky in that respect. I remember on of my students from ages ago, whose parents were split on whether they were raising their child together. the dad told the mom it was her project and she was on her own. I am so, so glad that I am in this with someone who has my back. Anyway, I am watching my children grow up and it really is herd to let them grow up and away from you. Knowing that it must be so doesn't make it easier, but doing it with TR makes it bearable.

I have been writing on my NaNoWriMo for the past few days. I am amazed how once the story gets going, it just pours out. So many funny things have happened that I never would have foretold, and as I am telling the story details just appear out of my fingertips. I feel like an author.

I took Primo to get a suit to wear to a dance that RP invited him to, he hated shopping but endured it and we got a very handsome Ben Sherman suit. We got home, he put it all away and then came down and said the RP's teacher said he can't go to the dance because he isn't a student at her school. HE took it very well, I was not so graceful, making snide comments about the exclusivity of private school, then I had unkind thoughts about the dance that school hosted two years ago where kids came drunk and brought more vodka with them. PRIVATE school kids. Harrumph. I think Primo was a little relieved and sadly it sounds like RP is really sick, maybe it's best that the dance fell through.

Now it's time for bed, so goodnight!

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