Every Day Is A Holiday

J-Fed’s not the man I used to know. He’s now the man with a plan. This has come as news to me.

It was Monday evening, and I had just returned from a BBQ with one of daughter's dance classmates. Ring, ring went my phone. I knew by the special tone that it was J-Fed on the other end. I anxiously awaited the topic of discussion.

“Hello,” I said with no emotion.

“Hey. I was just calling to see if the kids enjoyed their holiday,” he said politely. Right off the bat, I was baffled by the statement. It was Labor Day for Pete’s sake. Last time, I checked there was no bunny, jolly fat man or excess candy associated with Labor Day. It is what it is, an excuse to get off of school and work. Ok, I know there is some symbolism associated with the day, but it’s definitely lost on any child that’s six or under, which accounts for the two children in my home.

“Um, it was good. We had hot dogs and played,” I informed him.

“Ok, I just wanted to let you know that I want them for Halloween since you got them for Labor Day,” he pointed out. Whoooooooa Nelly! Halloween? Um last time I check Halloween was a far more significant holiday than Labor Day. There were costumes, candy and plenty of fun involved, not to mention the fact this was baby’s 1st Halloween. Even if we referred to the divorce papers, I don’t think Labor Day was even taken into consideration. I could be wrong, but it was just an assumption.

For starters, I couldn’t believe he was dropping the H-bomb on me, and at least two months in advance no less. It was September 4, and he was already thinking ahead to the end of October. This was the man who had done his Christmas shopping on December 24 consecutively for the last nine years, and he expected me to believe that he was planning two months in advance for Halloween.