I feel a rant coming on....

It's. Not. Fair.

The universe is at it again. Greg and I are supposed to get TIME together, this next trip. That's all we're asking for, is TIME. A day. One day.

But nooooooo.....

First, it's my ex. They are moving when their house sells, so he's started packing. He packed the bedding he needs to use for the kids. "They'll have to stay with you at night," he says. "And when I'm at work." So, days and nights with me. WTF?! They want to see HIM, not the inside of my hotel room.

Well, my hotel room is apparently not going to work for this plan. It's a prepaid stay, so the room type and rate I have is all I can have. It's one queen bed. That's not going to work for two teenagers and their mom. So, ex has to work it out. I've given ideas of how to work it out. It's not impossible, by a long shot. It'll just take some creative thinking and effort on his part.

Then, this morning, I talked to Greg.

"I'm getting socked in with Spring Break shifts," he said. "Because I'm not a college student, I'm about the only one left working here." It's overlapping the dates I'll be there.

"You're not going to be able to get any extra time off," I said.

"It doesn't look like it," he said and apologized.

I made a long, groaning sound.

"Now, come on," he soothed at me. "What would you rather have? Me working and bills paid, or not working and homeless?"

"I know, I know."

"You'll still come see me, right?"

"Yes."

"And I'll come see you, too," he said. "And maybe this time you can sneak me away to Colorado."

"I'd love to do that," I said. "That would be great."

"I'd have to find a job."

"Yes, you would. We can do that," I laughed. "Details, details."

"I really can't wait to see you," he said.

"Me, too."

And that was about it. Work was waiting for both of us, so we were off with our respective days. We'll talk again tomorrow. I'll get my head together again by then and quit cursing at the sky. I'll think of something nice to say, but I'm royally pissed with the world at how this is working out. Not at all happy.

So, I say to the Almighty again, "Really? REALLY? It can't play out any better than this? You can't cut me, us, a break?"