Today I am thankful that I got to spend a little extra time with my daughter on a weekend that is not usually mine.

When my ex and I separated, the look on people’s faces when I told them that we were going be sharing custody of her (50/50 ultimately) generally signified one of two things (which was then confirmed by what came out of their mouths after the look) – a) they were assuming that I should take full custody since I was the mother, and  were therefore shocked and all Judgey McJudgerson about our arrangement or b) they were jealous because they assumed I got a “break” during the days I did not have her or that the time away somehow made up for the guilt and anguish I felt for not having her 100% of the time.

I soon realized that no one but me and her Dad needed to have any input in that initial decision and that we made the best one for her.

The guilt and anguish have subsided, but I still miss her very much when she is with her Dad.  So days like today, when we get to spend a few extra hours together on an adventure are cherished moments.

I picked her up at 8:30 and we drove to the Metro station. We enjoyed the train ride with all the crazy Angelenos on there (including the scary gangstery-looking dude who came on with his obscenity-laden boom box blasting) and I got to show her the beauty and decay that is Union Station.  We held hands and found our way through the throngs of people to wait in the first of many lines at Hello Kitty Con 2014.  We got airbrushed paintings…

She opted to do some coloring at the Kid Activity tent instead of the sand art she originally wanted because they advised us that would take another hour on top of the 25 minutes we had already waited. We had a snack and then, because it would have taken us at least an hour and a half to get a proper lunch from the food trucks, and probably 2 hours at the least to actually get in the convention room…coupled with the fact that she is not quite 5, and Mom is not a fan of crowds, we decided to head home.

We enjoyed some delicious cuddles on the train ride on the way back.

“Did you have a good time monkey?”

“Yes, Mommy,” she said.

“What was your favorite part?”

She pointed to her arm painting repeatedly, grinning.

“Did you have any yucky parts?”

“Umm…all the waiting in the long lines. Yeah, I didn’t like that.”

I dropped her off at her Dad’s and she was excited to show him all the swag she acquired in our brief entry into Hello Kitty world.


Wearing her HK goodies.

Wearing her HK goodies.

Before she went upstairs, she climbed into the front seat, put her little arms around my neck and purred in her little girl way.  She gave me a real kiss, blew me a few more kisses, and went on her way.

And for that I am grateful.