I'm leaving for LA for meetings and a quick long weekend vacation so I flew the kids' mom up to watch them while I'm away. We get along just fine but I try my best to work it so that we're not ever actually sleeping under the same roof. She usually arrives the day that I leave and then she flies out the day that I return. This time, however, since I'm going for just four days and the kids hadn't seen her in two months, they really wanted her to stay a little longer. She arrived yesterday and I leave tomorrow morning.
She sleeps on the sofa bed in the living room, even when I'm out of town. I'm not normally susperstitious however I just think it's already weird enough having her sleeping in the apartment. Sleeping in my bed when I'm not there seems like it would be an invitation to cooties. Too much sadness passed between us to impart that vibe into my Swedish memory foam mattress.
As you can imagine the women in my life have never been too thrilled by this arrangement. The kids of course love it. Tonight the four of us had dinner together for perhaps the fifth time in the five years that we've been separated (not including Christmas dinner that I still spend with her folks). It's hard to explain to outsiders how completely de-sexualized it all is. It's just a very rare treat for the kids to feel like they're like most of their two-parented friends. I'm proud of the civility we show each other. I think it is the main reason that our kids seem to be flowering so nicely.
But what do I know. Anybody out there do it differently? I'd love to hear your two cents.