Boofhead and I went shopping.
Two households still, two trolleys… two lots of favorites and staples.
In a few short weeks we’ll be one household when the big ‘merge’ happens,…
(that sounds both rude and corporate all at once which is kind of apt given we also work together at the radio station).
I can’t wait to have his big presence around all the time,.. it’s going to be fun. Not to mention one trolley shopping trips and someone to reach high places when the need arises (which is frequent).
He dragged me into a bookshop and we both soon lost ourselves in the blurbs of books we’ll never read, a little day dreamy moment in a busy shopping expedition.
After a while he finds me and declares “It’s book week”!
‘Oh no!’ I think… that means one thing,… I’ve gotta make a costume before school tomorrow for his 8 year old boy! My mind starts racing with visions of paper stuffed pantyhose, pipe cleaners and gaffa tape…
“why didn’t you tell me it was book week earlier”? I squeal top note as always (mum still says its my only volume),… a lady turned and stared at me.
“Shhhh No” he assures me… “I’ve bought everyone a book,… so I’m calling it Book Week”. Everyone in the soon to be blended family gets a book.
I flick through the Amy Poehler book ‘Yes Please’ he’s bought me and read out loud a funny pertinent passage about being divorced and co-parenting…
• FAKE SMILING
• HOW IMPORTANT IS THE LAST WORD?
• PHONE CALLS ON THE WAY HOME FROM THERAPY
• EVERYONE NEEDS TO STOP BUYING TOYS”
We can both relate and we both laugh loudly at her honest and observant brilliance…
Everyone gets a book!… and we’ll all inherit new relationships, family members and lots more soon.
Bring on the new adventure – paper stuffed pantyhose and all!