(whatta fuckin' goober. He must like Nirvana)

So I got to see my kids today. Maybe you didn't know that I have three daughters. Maybe you don't care. Fuck you if you don't.

I was at my two eldest daughters school today for "Field Day." I was thanked many times by staff for being a good "parent volunteer." "Thank you Mr. Silverman" Yer welcome. yeah, I want to be involved. mostly I just wanted to see my babies.

So like my face is sunburned, my feet hurt and I feel like a Dad again for the first time in a long time.
I met both Soraya & Katies' teachers and classes. Soraya's best friend and next door neighbor Sarah is in her class. My name spread around quickly. Every time Soraya's class went by, two-thirds of the kids were like "Hi, Kip!. Hi Kip!" and giggled. Sorayas a show-off.
Katie's class was more reserved, as Katie is. Hushed questions to Katie, "Is that your *real* dad?" "Yup." Giggles.

I was assigned to the relay races with the substitute music teacher who is a trained opera singer. During lulls, we traded divorce war stories. I pointed out my ex to him. Have I mentioned that my ex-wife was there with my youngest Samantha and her newest addition, Abbie?
No, looking back I didn't. I'm probably trying to forget that fact. It was ugly.

More to come. My brain just crapped out.

Save, this: all the fucking psuedo-drama and daily bullshit I deal with, you prolly deal with, we all deal with; it's shit. Get over it. We supposed-adults have so much fucking fun creating our realities and complications for each others, soap operas of poorer quality than the Networksª; it doesn't compare. It doesn't touch- so much we can learn by watching and listening- there is no built up fantasy/drama-bullshit- it's all plain to them. A nine year old, an eight year old and a five year old see what we do; they want to emulate us, be adults, but they don't get caught up in our shit. They see it it all for what it is: shit.

Take a look into a five year old's eyes when her mother tells her that she's not allowed to go see her daddy, when he's standing six feet away. Look what we do to our children.

I gotta go. I'm gonna fucking puke.

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