First of all, please forgive me for not posting in the last cpl of days. The weather here has turned dramtically. We finally got the snow Wolf and the kids have been begging for, but it’s been accompanied by -5 billion degrees Celcius temps, which has caused RSD to go through the roof.
Ok, so it wasn’t -5 billion, but it *was* -50C with the wind chill yesterday. For those who use F, it translates into ‘Freakingcold’! or -58F.
Let’s talk about the ‘new opportunities’ first.
Wolf is currently on parental leave. B/c of the RSD, we weren’t sure what kind of shape I’d be in after Boo was born, and the day to day taking care of an infant one armed is a challenge, so he’s off work for now.
While he’s off, he’s looking for another job. He still has his job to go back to, but he’s hoping to find a better job in the meantime.
Yesterday, he applied for an amazing, incredible job. Not only is the pay better, position higher than what he’s doing now, but it also means we’d move to a small town where the weather is much better for me, and the real estate is actually within our ability to buy. So, we’re praying, HARD, that this opportunity comes to pass, and he gets this job. Anyone willing to join us in this is extremely welcome and appreciated.
Now…as to the righting of old wrongs.
It’s going to take some back story, so go grab a cup of coffee, tea, what ever your preference may be, and settle in for a bit…
Way back in the 80s, the musical ‘Cats’ came out. Theatre was something my mom and I did together, starting with going to see The King and I, starring Yul Brenner for my 12th birthday.
Mom got us tickets to Cats. You had to purchase them months in advance, and I proceeded to drive my teacher insane with constant chatter and countdown for going to Cats. To say I was a bit excited would be appropriate, LOL!
Then, less than a week before the performance, my mother turned to me and announced that she wasn’t taking me. She was taking her best friend instead. Oh, and I was going to babysit for the friend so she could go.
I was stunned. Heartbroken. Betrayed.
The entire ride to the friend’s house, I kept hoping and praying that it was some misguided joke, that she was going to change her mind, this wasn’t really going to happen. She wouldn’t, couldn’t throw me over for her friend.
But she did. Without a backwards glance or hesitation.
I can’t begin to describe the feelings of humiliation and shame when my teacher (whom I adored) came to me that Monday morning, and asked eagerly, “So? How did you like it? Wasn’t it AMAZING?” and I had to confess that my Mom had chosen to take her friend instead of me.
Years later, she told me that she’d been talking to her friend about the tickets, and her friend assumed that one of them were for her, and Mom just *couldn’t* figure a way out. I pointed out simply saying, “No, I’m taking my daughter” would have worked. But, not a surprise that she wouldn’t admit to being at fault, for making a horrid decision. Nothing is ever her fault.
I’ve seen ‘Cats’ three times now, and every time, it’s bitter sweet, remembering what SHOULD have been.
Fast forward to a week or so ago.
Diva turned 13 back in Nov. We wanted to do something mind blowingly special for her, but couldn’t figure out what. Wolf suggested at the time taking her either to a concert or theatre, since, like her Mom, she’s a huge fan of such things…but there was nothing available that would work.
Then, I saw a commercial. ‘Cats’ was coming to our city for less than a week next month.
We talked about it. We knew it would blow Diva’s mind. But the price of the tickets…*faint* We’re due to get a sizable chunk of change from back taxes, and it was supposed to come in on the 20th of this month, so I figured we’d go ahead at that point.
Then, I got a letter from Revenue Canada. Long story short, they want me to prove that a) my children exist, and have existed since 2006 to now, and b) that they’ve been in our care that entire time. I have to get school records, letters from landlords, Drs, utility bills…I have 30 days to provide this info, and oh, by the way, no refund for you until it’s done.
So, that screws us on several levels, and we’re in the process of wading through this crud w/the assistance of our member of Parliment.
So, Wolf and I were talking again last night. The refund is NOT going to happen in time, there’s just no way. Even though Diva is clueless about our planning to take her, I was disappointed. I’d promised her a cpl of years ago that if Cats or Phantom of the Opera came to our city, we’d go. She’s a big fan of Andrew Lloyd Webber.
Wolf told me to go ahead and buy the tickets. “Do it, do it NOW” was what he said. I felt uncomfortable spending that kind of money when we don’t have it in hand, for fun, not a need. He insisted.
So, I did.
Diva and I will be going to see ‘Cats’ in Feb. She doesn’t know yet, we’ll be telling her later today.
And for me…I feel like an old wound is finally going to heal. My mother hurt me…but now I’m taking my daughter to see ‘Cats’. It’s come full circle, and I’ll be doing right by my daughter, and able to share this experience with her.
Which, of course, Wolf knew about and remembered…and why he insisted I get the tickets.
Love that man.