So last night I arrive home to find Oz and the kids in distress. Oz had misplaced his ring from Dorothy and everyone was in a tizzy. The next thing I know, I'm elbow deep in a garbage pail praying to Saint Anthony as I sift through yesterday's mac and cheese and other grossness in search of Oz's ring. Now, is it normal for me to assist in looking for a ring that had been exchanged between my ex-husband and his girlfriend on Valentine's Day probably as an undying symbol of their love? Not really. Do I love the idea that he dates a girl 15 years younger than he is? Not really. (Her age may explain why he is 42 years old and wears a promise ring, but I digress.) Was it a jarring experience the first time I caught a glimpse of that silver ring that looks exactly like a wedding band on his finger? Yes.
However, once I had the chance to get to know Dorothy a little bit, I realized she is very sweet. So nice in fact and so far good to my children that she is nearly impossible to dislike. Also, she proved her intelligence to me one day when she stood witness to an argument between Oz and I and she knew enough to keep her mouth shut and not make eye contact with me. That brave girl stood there and endured the situation knowing enough to not engage an angry Mama Bear. She earned my respect that day.
Despite any misgivings or protests I may have had (there were a "few"), it is nice that my children see a couple that seem to truly have a connection and care for each other. They enjoyed helping Oz set up an anniversary dinner and flowers one time and a birthday surprise for Dorothy another day. They are always telling me how much Oz and Dorothy love each other. (At first that made me fluctuate between wanting to puke and wanting to punch someone - now I'm like whatever. Light and Love Bitches! I have my own shit to deal with.)
Isabella was 2 when we split up, she doesn't even remember us being married and living in the same house. The boys only remember a little. Now that they all live with a single, dating mom it does concern me that they won't have couples to look up to as examples of what love looks like. My parents had a great relationship but my dad passed away last year and the kids might be too young to remember how romantic my dad was with surprising my mom and making things special. So it's good for them to see that type of relationship.
They know that ring means a lot to Oz, we all do. Dorothy has been away and will be returning this week so Luccio was concerned that she would arrive and discover the ring missing.
So the search was on. After we all thoroughly checked the garbage bins, laundry baskets, and under every piece of furniture Oz finally gave up and went to wash his hands in the bathroom. And... there was the ring on the edge of the tub.
We all thanked St. Anthony. Peace was restored.
This reminded me of when one of my students asked me, "Are you a character on a TV show?"
Nope. This is my real life.
Seriously?! WTF has happened here?!