Clever Escape

We have one week left before Sunshine flies back to her mother’s. From where she will be flying to PA the next day. Then driving to my in-laws house three days later. Then back to PA five days later. Then flying back to her mother’s four days later, to start school three days after that.

Who came up with this ridiculous schedule?

In two days time she will be spending a minimum of six hours on a plane. That is assuming that her grandfather got nonstop flights, which he never has before so probably didn’t this time. He tends to get overnights. Great idea with a child, right? Last time she was five. And spent eighteen hours in JFK. Brilliant.

We offered to fly Sunshine to PA directly from here, which was turned down. Turned down because it would have given us another three days with her. But then her mother said we could take her five days early for winter break.

WTF?

Where is the logic and reasoning here?

It is not ok to have her three days longer to save her from a ridiculous plane trip across the country, but it is ok for her to miss two days of school at winter break (ridiculous days, the 22nd and 23rd, who schedules school on THOSE days? really? Oh yeah, THEY do) to come down here.

I’m not sure why I even ask that anymore. There is no logic and reasoning.

But then, I am trying to be more positive. I’m sure she has a reason, even though I can’t even come up with anything ridiculous at the moment, with no allowances for logic.

I would really like to be able to get a long with her. I would really like for her to make an effort to acknowledge my husband as a parent, and not someone that Sunshine goes to visit occassionally but really has no right to any opinion about anything that happens in her life.

And on top of that, I hate seeing her leave. I would almost want her to come here less so she won’t leave us as often. Leaving is horrible. Saying goodbye is horrible, while she is talking about how she wishes she could stay here, with us. What a hard life for her. To always want to stay, yet to go. To want one parent, but miss the other. To dream about all of us living so close she could just walk across the street to see the other person whenever she wanted.

But it will never happen. And she knows that. Short of us winning the lottery and bribing her mother with obscene amounts of money to move here, which would be hard to do since we don’t play, we will always live far away from where her mother lives.

The end of the summer sucks. At least I will have moving and work to distract me.