Wow, can I have a few good days in a row? Please?
When my kids are here I want them to go away. When they go away, I want them back. Does that mean something is wrong with me?
So before my kids left my son poured water down the stairs and left it there to see what happened because he was bored, right? Well despite the ex's promise that he was going to pay for his actions this past week at his house, the boy didn't. At all...
He even got in more trouble while he was there... BUt whatever.
They got home and first of all The first words out of the Ex's mouth were "We need to talk... there's some things you need to do."
I'm a normal divorced woman... So of course my response was that I wasn't married to him anymore and didn't have to take orders...
But of course he plowed on anyways...
And dude! He opened with the completely WRONG thing to say...
"So your mother and I discussed it and we both agree..."
What they agreed on was that I needed to move closer to the bus line but the fact that he discussed this with my mother first!!!
There was some filler in the middle of this and his next declaration but honestly, I was seeing red and hearing this odd buzzing noise that kinda sounded like an old air raid siren...
Course it did absolutely no good when the siren stopped long enough to hear him say that he was going to give money in the middle of the month that was not to be spent on bills, it was to buy me a new outfit and or get my hair done because I look old broke and busted...worse than I ever looked when we were married. The air raid siren started up again and I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying the words that pushed their way through the word traffic jam in my head to my lips...
Excuse me?!? I look broke and busted???
Well I am broke but I certainly wasn't busted. And FYI I look WAY better now than I did when I was married to him. Point number one my wieght loss is not because I'm too depressed to eat it's because I'm too okay to eat just anything. My hair isn't falling out in clumps and I don't walk around looking like an empty shell body waiting to fall in a hole in the ground and sleep forever.
The siren continued and ebbed and silenced and there was a conversation there. I managed to turn ninety percent of what he wanted into something he didn't want because it would probably detriment me and make life for everyone very bad. I conceded a point or two and then we went to the store for cleaning supplies because he magically got the kids to clean their effing bathrooms. I cuss and beg and plead and do everything but bribe them and they don't do ish but he barks and they jumped (Did I mention that sometimes I hate being a woman) and as per my usualy when I have to leave the kids in the house, I set the alarm for stay meaning they can move around the house but not open any doors.
Of course they opened a door. And set off the alarm.
They used the house phone to call Randy's phone because I had left mine in the house and I gave them the code even though we were right around the corner. When we pulled in the sitter from next door who watches the kids at night was over with my kids as the alarm had been going off for over fifteen minutes. To which I calmly replied that the cops would be there soon. The boy, the ex, and the sitter all said probably not.
About two minutes later, the cops showed up.
Relax this is actually a good thing. I have my alarm set with the company so that if my alarm goes off and they can't get in touch with me, they are to call CMPD. I forgot to change my phone number with my alarm company so they couldn't call me. They did right. The cops were even really nice about it. I showed my id to prove it was my house. The alarm company had given them my safe word which they asked for from me and then they were on their way.
It really wasn't as bad as the status made it seem. But I did need one of my breaks. And I did abstain from having a drink.
I learned a very important lesson about drinking last week. I don't think I'll be even having a little one when I'm alone anymore...
Oh well...
When my kids are here I want them to go away. When they go away, I want them back. Does that mean something is wrong with me?
So before my kids left my son poured water down the stairs and left it there to see what happened because he was bored, right? Well despite the ex's promise that he was going to pay for his actions this past week at his house, the boy didn't. At all...
He even got in more trouble while he was there... BUt whatever.
They got home and first of all The first words out of the Ex's mouth were "We need to talk... there's some things you need to do."
I'm a normal divorced woman... So of course my response was that I wasn't married to him anymore and didn't have to take orders...
But of course he plowed on anyways...
And dude! He opened with the completely WRONG thing to say...
"So your mother and I discussed it and we both agree..."
What they agreed on was that I needed to move closer to the bus line but the fact that he discussed this with my mother first!!!
There was some filler in the middle of this and his next declaration but honestly, I was seeing red and hearing this odd buzzing noise that kinda sounded like an old air raid siren...
Course it did absolutely no good when the siren stopped long enough to hear him say that he was going to give money in the middle of the month that was not to be spent on bills, it was to buy me a new outfit and or get my hair done because I look old broke and busted...worse than I ever looked when we were married. The air raid siren started up again and I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying the words that pushed their way through the word traffic jam in my head to my lips...
Excuse me?!? I look broke and busted???
Well I am broke but I certainly wasn't busted. And FYI I look WAY better now than I did when I was married to him. Point number one my wieght loss is not because I'm too depressed to eat it's because I'm too okay to eat just anything. My hair isn't falling out in clumps and I don't walk around looking like an empty shell body waiting to fall in a hole in the ground and sleep forever.
The siren continued and ebbed and silenced and there was a conversation there. I managed to turn ninety percent of what he wanted into something he didn't want because it would probably detriment me and make life for everyone very bad. I conceded a point or two and then we went to the store for cleaning supplies because he magically got the kids to clean their effing bathrooms. I cuss and beg and plead and do everything but bribe them and they don't do ish but he barks and they jumped (Did I mention that sometimes I hate being a woman) and as per my usualy when I have to leave the kids in the house, I set the alarm for stay meaning they can move around the house but not open any doors.
Of course they opened a door. And set off the alarm.
They used the house phone to call Randy's phone because I had left mine in the house and I gave them the code even though we were right around the corner. When we pulled in the sitter from next door who watches the kids at night was over with my kids as the alarm had been going off for over fifteen minutes. To which I calmly replied that the cops would be there soon. The boy, the ex, and the sitter all said probably not.
About two minutes later, the cops showed up.
Relax this is actually a good thing. I have my alarm set with the company so that if my alarm goes off and they can't get in touch with me, they are to call CMPD. I forgot to change my phone number with my alarm company so they couldn't call me. They did right. The cops were even really nice about it. I showed my id to prove it was my house. The alarm company had given them my safe word which they asked for from me and then they were on their way.
It really wasn't as bad as the status made it seem. But I did need one of my breaks. And I did abstain from having a drink.
I learned a very important lesson about drinking last week. I don't think I'll be even having a little one when I'm alone anymore...
Oh well...
