Mid term break. Boss and boy go west to spend the week with their father. The older one, having declined to be shifted from bed and board, remains with us. One true thing about Divorce is this;
the infant parties affected will one day decline to pack up teddy bear, clothes and electronica
and present themselves to the party of the second part for his or her equal access, ( intensely fought
for by same.) The infant will hit puberty, and, having a say, will say this "Hey, I am staying put, I
am spending my free time with MY FRIENDS and, if you want me, you know where I am". And
who among us should blame them? Soon we vote on a constitutional amendment to underpin
children's rights. The day indeed may come, my friends when THE CHILDREN get the house;
the equal access, the visitation, the split lives awarded to the warring parties.
I take a week myself and spend it liberally, like a drunken sailor, on shared meals, movies,
random trips across the country with my husband. We go northwards where I witness the beautiful
autumn transmogrify to bleak and arctic winter, as we drive. Beautiful too in its way, if you have the stomach for it. The change is so abrupt that the cold assaults your very bones, before you can
adjust to it. "Too soon" I tell my heart"s companion "its just too soon' and wrap him round me
like a blanket as we walk a blackly winding Cavan road.