My Daughter’s Dad

That is of course The Ex.  I tend not to refer to him as my daughter’s dad though, even though he is.  But today he introduced me to two different people as his daughter’s mum.  Now I’m not sure why but I felt just a little bit uncomfortable with that.  I think I’d rather he referred to me as his ex-girlfriend really.  I might even prefer him to refer to me as his ex-fiancée than as his daughter’s mum.  I mean, as much as I might regret my relationship with The Ex and stuff, we were together for four and a half years.  And again, as much as I hate to admit it we were actually technically engaged for a while.  But no, I am merely his daughter’s mum.  Hmm.  It doesn’t really bother me actually, I just thought it was a bit strange.  And what was actually said was something like, “No she’s not my girlfriend.  We’re just friends, but she’s my daughter's mum.  We’re the best of friends now though.”  At least he got the not his girlfriend but right.  Friends might be pushing it a bit.  Or maybe I’m being harsh.  Sometimes I would consider him kind of a friend.  I wouldn’t say we’re the best of friends though.  And we were only out shopping together given that we’re hunting out presents and party stuff for The Child.  And was that fun.  I am dreading the next joint shopping trip.  Best of friends indeed.  His daughter’s mum.  Then again, perhaps people around town will think we were never really any more than friends.  Hmm.  Perhaps not so bad?

The number of kids coming to The Child’s party continues to increase too.  In fact, we’ve only has one say he’s unable to come so far,  Maybe we should have invited fewer?  The next shopping trip might just break the bank.  Eek!

And a slightly different topic.  Buy a webcam or not?  The dilemma.  Though I’m veering more towards getting one than before.  I freaked out slightly while pricing some up earlier though.  And it had nothing to do with the cost.  Oh how I love overcomplicated situations.  Hmm.