As I write this, it is now 2:30 am. They have to be at the airport at 4:30 am for a flight that leaves at 5:50. As much as I need the sleep (I’ve been up since yestermorning), I’m staying up so I can meet them at the airport and see them off.

The thing is this:

I knew all along that they were going, but didn’t expect it to be this soon. The last I spoke to thier mother about it, she said they hadn’t set on a date or booked a flight. This was Tuesday. Tuesday.

Friday I get a call as I’m getting ready to leave for school: “The kids are leaving tomorrow”. I was (and still am) a little stunned. I thought they would be around a few more weeks and there were things I was planning on doing with them.

And the way the situation went from “I don’t know when they’re going” (Tuesday) to “They’re leaving tomorrow” (Friday) makes me think that she had already planned this and just didn’t tell me. There’s a lot of things I’m not told.

They’re supposed to be spending only a couple weeks there this summer but, again, I’m told that the date of return has not been decided upon yet. I have a feeling that it’s possible that they may stay in GA and thier mother will wind up moving there later. Not definite, but a distinct possibility. Just my guess.

I’m not opposed to the idea of my children living in GA and being raised by thier mother’s family. I just wish they were’n leaving so suddenly.

Fuck.

Ron.