In the Nighttime I Want to Eat Tacos

You shall have tacos. Oh yes, you shall.

Yesterday ended suckily.  I was not able to finish the cake despite my best efforts.  But worse than that was bad news from my lawyer regarding child support.  But it did not make me cry.  It made me frustrated and angry and left me feeling defeated as this process often does, over and over again defeated.

Then later in the evening my phone rang and it was Clyde calling from his step mother’s phone.  He was in tears, could barely talk. “I miss you,” he managed to choke out, “I miss you.”  And the robot cried, like she had a dial on her back called crying and it was twisted all the way to a hundred.  I managed to calm us both down. “I’ll see  you in just two more days” I said, “day after tomorrow.  What do you want to do when you get here?”  I asked him. “In the nighttime I want to eat tacos,” he said. “Yes, of course,” I said, “we’ll have tacos.”

So I’m feeling pretty shitty right now.  But I need to go to Trader Joes, to see the firemen of course, but also to get all the ingredients for the best tacos little man has ever had.

Tagged as: anxiety, divorce, robot crying