It was absolutely gorgeous this weekend. Good Ole Colorado produced mid-day temps in the 70s and of course dropped below freezing at night. LB and I went on a hike (which I failed to take pictures of) but it was thoroughly enjoyed by both parties. I’m still hiking in my street shoes, which is not entirely smart, but there are so many other things to worry about besides purchasing hiking boots. In a few months I will be wearing nothing but Sorels anyway.
LB, who has definitely acquired a fear of spiders in her 27 months, started yelling “GO HOME SPIDER! GO HOME!” while her mommy tried to remain stable under 30+ pounds of backpack/toddler weight.
According to my dad’s hippie friend, North American Tarantulas migrate during this time of year, so its not uncommon to see the fuzzy legged creatures traversing our pristine trail systems. Meanwhile, every Target and Walmart is likewise filling their Halloween shelves with Exaggerated Tarantula-like spiders, which in turn creates a major bedtime freak-out for a certain 2-year-old.
I’ve been successful in assuring LB that “spiders live outside” not in the house. At least this whole encounter didn’t make me out to be a liar, but it sure scared the crap out of both of us.
My meeting with Lawyerdude was good. He actually told me I was “over-prepared”, which is better than being a clueless moron, right? He told me to cut down my 7 pages to 1 page, and talk for 7 minutes tops in front of the judge. He thought my request for Rooferman to attend Love & Logic parenting classes through the Family Center was a good idea, and that Overnights after the age of 3 was reasonable as well. Basically he told me to be clear, concise, know exactly what I’m asking for, and present a solution rather than bash the deadbeat. He, in true “I don’t give a crap about your boo-hoo past” lawyer fashion, told me to cut the BS, but what a relief to know what to expect.
I’m sick of writing long posts, so I’ll save the rest for later. Ugh, I have so much to write.