This week I have a grant application due, I have a paper due, I have a class, I have several tricky meetings, I have to drive back to Billings for a few days (Andy is failing. Oh, his body is fine, but he is actually losing his mind). I need to move some meetings, find someone to cover a few more that can’t be moved. I need to get the car in for an oil change. And one more thing. I have to go meet my boyfriend’s children.
Yeah, I know. I felt weird typing that.
So, let’s unpack that. I didn’t actually intend on having a boyfriend. Joel arrived awhile ago, and it works. I quite like him and I’m delighted and he met a bunch of family and friends last night and he brought me coffee in bed this morning, so I guess that cat is out of that bag (Actually, the cats all over him. The cats really like him). But. Umm.
Here’s the thing. The children are the ages I like. The ages I am good at with. They are teenagers. I’ve even managed to set it up so that I meet them one by one – the oldest is Tuesday. He’s doing a degree in political science. I’d normally be quite excited. I love poli sci students. I was a poli sci student. Usually, I’d ask what he’s learning, who he thinks should win the Primaries, the Canadian Conservative Party Leadership Race. We’d argue current events.
You know, when they aren’t my boyfriend’s children.
I’m bringing pie. Less Politics. More pie.