It's gonna be a wacked weekend

This is where I spend my summers.



I take my job as 'camp goddess' quite seriously. I'm really good at my job, as you can clearly see.



I go to sleep to this, while the waves lull me to sleep.



And then I wake to this. The official stick wrangler always sneaks out of the tent to take an early morning swim.



Ah, good times.

We were supposed to be at this beach this weekend, camping with all of the kids, including Chris' rugrats. However, my ex husband just called to inform me that he is taking my kids this weekend. He's such a doll.

Whatever, I have learned how to choose my battles. It's not like I already went to Costco and stocked up on camping food and supplies...

Oh wait, I did, I have enough S'mores stuff, hot dogs, and juice boxes for a small army.

Sigh.

So I'll pack up my kidlets and send them off to Texas for the long weekend.

BANGDIGITY!!

Chris just told me that we have his kids this weekend.

SHITCRAPITY!

What are we going to do with his kids when we don't have my kids here to entertain them???

SHITFUCKITY!

Do we take Chris' kids camping without my kids there and HOPE that they are able to sleep in a tent?? They've never camped before, and we were hoping that my kids-the professional campers- would show them 'the ropes'.

This whole blended-family scheduling thing is a mess and apparently I am always the last one to know of any changes.

Sheesh. Oy. Crap.