So, a little bit of pissed off I guess...

I grew up with a teacher for a mother.  I've seen every trick and scheme that parents use to get their kids to do well in school.  If seen children work hard and get sneakers or a game or some treat.  And to be honest, even as a kid I thought it to be a disgusting parenting practice.

Why would you pay your children to learn??  Should the fact that they will grow up not to be an ignorant dumbass be reward enough?? If you pay your kids to learn they are only learning to get something and that something is not the satisfaction that they have learned something.

My ex has for years been paying my kids to learn and no matter how many times I ask him not to do it, he insists that they need an incentive to get good grades.

Here's an incentive:  They get good grades, they get into a good college and they might eventually get a job that will let them be independent adults and not depending on Mommy and Daddy for everything because they didn't have someone paying them every time they did well.

But no matter how many times I get mad, every quarter they get the report card, they get $5-10 for every A and $2-5 for every B.  Olivia came home with $10 this weekend while Kayla came home with $5.

I don't want my kids to think that the only reason they need to pay attention and do well in school is because Daddy is going to give them money.  It's like when they were little.  I gave then quarters for losing teeth.  Their Dad gave them five dollars per tooth. I took them to the dentist to get them to learn proper dental hygiene but no they wanted that green so what I got was kids trying string to a tooth and the other end to a doorknob or a (god help me but  am not lying) bicycle.  They tried anything and everything to pull their teeth out so that they could show them to Daddy and get the money.

My choice of word then: "Stop paying my children to rip teeth out of their heads!!!" his response? "I'm not! The tooth fairy is!"

If the tooth fairy were real I'm pretty sure she would have knocked him upside his head for that.

So now, I say "Stop paying my children to learn!"  He says, "I'm not, I'm giving them an incentive to keep it up!"

No, Randy you are not.  You are paying them to learn.  You are paying them to do their homework.  YOu are paying them to better themselves.  They need to want to better themselves because it will make them better people!

Ugh....

Also he has been updating my mother on his plans for my (okay I really should say our) kids.and not me again.  I really hate it when he does that.  I just found out via my mom that he is taking them with him to Oklahoma this summer.

JUst once I'd really like to know what's going on with my kids before my mom knows.  I'm just saying.

I have nothing real to bitch about.  Just the ex.  He hasn't pissed me off in a good long time because he really is a good guy most times.  HE was a shit husband and can sometimes be a sub par human being but he's very rarely been a bad dad.

On another note, how awesome is it that this is ALL I have to complain about??  I mean life is awesome in just about every single aspect besides the ex.

I have a charmed life and I love it!

Smooches!  Stay Frosty luvs!!

Ugh...

Randomness tonight...

1. So watching netflix... I've fallen in love with this BBC show called Call the Midwife about women who delivered babies in East London in the 1940's.  Love it.  But like all English shows, it has a Christmas episode.  American Television doesn't show this.  AT ALL>  Why not?  WHat does American television have against the Christmas episode of English shows?  They act like they don't exist all together and just go right on to the next season and the viewer is left with a million questions.  Like Downton Abbey.  If I hadn't wisened up and looked up the Christmas episodes, I would never have even half the answers I do now.  Ha, you thought I was going to give a spoiler.  Phooey on you.

2.  Watching Once Upon a Time tonight.  In true ABC style, they managed to turn the innocent tale of the sorcerer's apprentice into a dark and twisted tale.  Yea!  You caught my sarcasm.  I know you did.  I don't have any other opinion than to sit here with my mouth all twisted up in disgust.  But still I watch the show.  It's like my soap opera.

3. I have the next three days off.  Not sure how I feel about this but it's not going to change while my car is a very large piece of shit.  So I'm going to do something constructive with my time.  I'm going to binge watch Call the midwife with a side of Walking dead and if I'm not completely out of my fool mind by Tuesday night I *might* clean out my DVR.  I will be out of my mind.  This is not negotiable.  Since I;ve started working, I don't really want to be home.

4. Which leads me to randomness #4.  I don't really want to be at work either because I live there and that's not good.  People who live t work only tend not to have any other life.  I want another kind of life.

                         


I want the life that the beginning of this summer made me think I'd have by now.  NO, I'm not about to go into another rant.  I want to, but I'm not.  The good news is I managed not to act like every breath he took Saturday night made me want to rip his face off.  That's progress, right?  I mean baby steps.  I know I must take baby steps.  (Stop laughing)

And a friend of mine tried really hard today to make me understand that if he uses me having kids as an excuse or really won't be seen with me outside of work, he can't really be what I want.  I'm not that desperate am I?  Oh God what if I am?  No, no, I'm not.  This is the brain's chemical reaction to the serotonin that lit it up like a Christmas tree a month ago.  That's all this is.  And it will go away.  And I will be fine and I will stop thinking in the back of my mind  

I still have to give him his birthday present in a month.  I was stupid and set aside money from a couple of paychecks to buy him a carton of his favorite cigarettes a couple of times.  So now, I have cigarettes that taste like straight ass in my drawer and when I give them to him for his birthday present, he's going to still think that I'm hung up on him again.  Hopefully by them I won't be.

5. I have to be a good girl now.  Certain someone is on my Facebook now and if he thinks I believe that he doesn't use the damn thing incognito he's fallen down and hit his head.  Hah!  Nope!

THIS is why I don't say any names.  It's safer that way.

So I'm going to go and watch the Christmas Episode of Midwife and then tuck my self into bed until tomorrow.

Nighty o!

GAH!!!

If life were a grade school essay right this moment, I would have to call this one, "Why I would happily go to jail for manslaughter." 

I swear!  Why do ex husbands have to be such a pain in the ass?  

My ex and I generally get along.  Not like best friends, but more like "I've seen you naked, I know shit about you that could possibly have you burned at the stake as a witch so you better not piss me off cause trust me, you WILL go down." kind of friends.  I once saw a  picture that said, My best friend is not allowed to stop being my best friend; the bitch knows too much.  That's what my relationship is like with my ex.  We both know way too much about the other so like it or not, we are always going to be in each other's life.  In my case, after my kids are eighteen, I don't care if I never have his number in my phone again.  Burn my ass at the stake if he tells my secrets.  Hell by the time my kids are eighteen, all of my secrets will be scattered through my blog and books anyway...

Back to the matter at hand.  I hate when I start rambling because I go all over the place and put my serious ADD on display.  IT's like, one, two, goat, rabbit, ooh shiny!  What was I saying?

Oh yeah!  My ex husband has the power to push all of my buttons and make me feel like I;m walking barefoot in the land of broken glass, barbed wire, and tiny tiny, Lego's.  Everytime we interact just about.

This afternoon, I asked him to call me because he's supposed to get the girls this weekend and I don't want him to forget nor do I want him to be rushing them like he was the week before last and they forget half of the stuff that they need.  He texted me back that he was in a teacher conference.  First off, I was kinda ticked because he tends to leave me out of my own son's life as far as calling me for conferences goes.  My son leaves me out of his life for everything else and I have accepted that.  But whatever.  I told him to call me when he got out of the conference.  No answer.  Skip forward to tonight when I get home.

I just got off work and I feel like the walking dead on my feet.  I love my job, but people really need to start cooking their own damn meals.  And if they can't cook their own damn meals at least learn to not all call and put web orders in at the same time.  The past two nights, the screen and phones have been blowing up. But whatever, It was just a tiring night at work.  I get home and my kids are telling me about how they talked to Daddy (great!) and how he's going to go up to the school tomorrow and tell them that he think there are too many kids in Kayla's class and she needs a smaller class.

First of all, they're going to look at him like, "Excuse me?? Who the hell are you?" because I didn't put him down as a contact this year and if they have the cards from last year in the kids' files, it clearly says that if he shows up, they are to call me.  He's not allowed to see them or take them from school without my permission.  I did that a few years ago when he liked to swoop into town and pick them up without telling me and then when I was freaking out because my kids weren't on the bus, he'd show up and they'd be sticky and messy and high on sugar while holding ice cream cones.  That shit used to piss me off.  So I fixed it and who better to make sure that he stays at arms length than a school system that employs a CMPD officer to keep the kids safe?  But what I needed was for himk to call me.  Because I needed to talk to him.

I admit it, I kinda lost it.  I sent him a really mean text.  But I prefaced it with, "What part of "I need you to call me" is spanish to you???"  THEN I launched into the really abusive petty text that was so long, my phone turned it into a picture message.  He responded that he would call me in the AM I told him after nine and then I realized, he's only responding because he didn't get the really long one.  So I warned him.  I just said "FYI you're about to get a really mean text from me."  he responded "lol, K."

He knows my buttons and he knows he pushed one of them by not calling me back today because he knows that I don't call him to shoot the shit.  I don't want to talk to him to ask him about his day, I don't care if he had a good one.  I don't give a general shit if he did everything he wanted to do today.  When I call him, I need to talk to him about the kids.  I like the conversations to be short and to the point and I don't want to gossip.  So yeah, he knew that if I warned him he was about to get a really long really mean text from me, it means he pushed the wrong buttons and I reacted in true Hiroshima style.

That being said, I should probably get to bed.  He's going to forget to call in the morning and I;m going to have to call him and try to control my anger.  

When I finally do get an actual boyfriend, he will have to be a really understanding person.  After talking to Randy, I usually need to go decompress for a little bit.  There's two choices.  Make me forget or let me decompress.

That just put a really bad thought in my head.  I;m going to go to bed now.

Oh yeah!! I got my hoodie today from work!! Yay!!  Love it already.

Okay, I'm going to bed.  I mean it.  I promise.  Stay Frosty!

I honestly think I'm about to have one of those breaks that causes severe turmoil.

I usually can see them coming and usually something happens between them arriving and me seeing them that helps me derail them but I don't see any side roads that a possible help venue might interceede.  All I see is straight road and my nervous breakdown coming full speed.

So for a week now, I have been texting and calling my ex to find out when he's going to bring the kids back.  I get sent to voicemail and my texts and voicemails are going unanswered.  LIke he is full on ignoring me at the moment.

On top of that, my mom has been asking me for two weeks when the kids are coming home and Sunday when she asked I was in a rush, I was running late to work, and I was tired so what came out of my mouth was probably something that should have stayed in my head. "I don't know, mom, that's a question you should be asking Randy, not me."  Then she made a comment about school supplies and again, something that was much safer wandering around in my head found the mouth door and I said "I'm not a total disgrace of a mom, I got school supplies."  As if that shit cake doesn't have enough layers then she laid in about the uniforms again.  For the five hundred and ninety seventh time I told her, Olivia will wear the green shirts that Kayla wore two years ago and that Jovaughn wore two years before that.  What iI got again was, "Olivia is not going to want to wear that." and "She always gets hand me downs."

First of all, I may sound like a horrible parent here but I don't honestly give a good goddamn what Olivia wants to wear.  It's a school uniform for Chrissake. Yes, I know they will be big on her but right now she will either wear them or wear them.  These are her only two options until I can get to a store to buy her more.  As for her always getting hand me downs.  She's the last child in a set of three.  This is her lot in life as it is for all youngest children.  At some point in their lives more than half of their clothing was worn by someone else. and considering I have to buy a new fucking color every school year because Ranson Middle would rather color code their students than learn them damn names I don't see why I should break my already cracked and leaking bank on brand new shirts that will have nobody to wear them after this school year is over.  So forgive me if I don't give a crap what she wants to wear.

So last night, I came home and for the second day in a row my house smelled like someone took a massive shit and didn't flush and I was determined to find the smell this time.  My nose led me to the garage where I discovered that when I went in the chest freezer on the 11th to give my mom food because she had none, I didn't close the lid.  Yesterday was the 18th.  For a solid week now, the freezer has been open.  Over $100 in food has been molding and rotting for a week.  This was the smell.  So I closed the lid, taped the bitch shut and aired the garage.  Since it's a chest freezer that was third hand when I got it, and this was my fault and my fault only, I chalked it up to a simple careless mistake perpetrated by Dammit Dette and went to look up new chest freezers online.  I was totally not worried about it of the loss of food that had probably been frozen well past it's sell by date anyway.  Why cry over spilt milk, you know?

I still hadn't drained the bullshit tolerance pool when I talked to my mom again last night.  I probably should have.  It has gotten to where if I don't call her, she posts it on my facebook for EVERYONE to see usually in the form of "Where are you? Why haven't you called me?" Gee thanks for making everyone on Facebook think I never call my mom.  I speak to you once or twice A DAY forgive me if that once or twice wasn't on your time.  I have a job now I can't use my phone at work and I try not to use it driving and these days, I'm kinda doing one, either, or both at the same time.  When I get home I usually have enough thought in my head to lock the door and set the alarm before I pass out in my bed.

But I digress... Like I was saying, I didn't drain the bullshit tolerance pool before I called her last night and she informed me that she had called Randy and surprise surprise he picked up the phone for her.  And they had a very lengthy conversation.  He even told her that he was planning to bring the kids back on Saturday.  I work on Saturday from one to ten.  He either needs to be here before twelve or after ten.  But he doesn't call me and hasn't called me so he doesn't know this.  My mother then suggested in that "i know how to run your life better than you do because you're acting like a toddler" voice that maybe I should call him and let him know my hours.

Yeah cause calling and texting him has been working so well for me for the past week.

Again, I should have drained the bullshit tolerance pool because thing that should stay in my head began to come out of my mouth like telling her that she comes off as trying to run my life at times and that at times, she acts like I'm still a child.  This got me a lecture on being an adult.  Because I won't call Randy and volunteer my schedule. He purposefully sends me to voicemail because I "Cause drama and he ignores people who cause drama" (This is what he actually told my mother)  I called bull shit on that and the flag was thrown in my face.  Some more yelling was screamed and then she said "I'm not telling you that you are acting like a child but you are acting like an asshole.  Goodnight." and BOOM.  she hung up on me.  Whoever said that you can't tell when someone slams the phone down because all cordless phones have an END button was very very wrong.  I could feel her punch that end button like she was slapping me in the face, which she probably wanted to at that moment.

Am I wrong?  Why do I have to be the adult here?  And is it really being childish if I don't feel like calling him again to tell him that I won't be here Saturday when he hasn't even bothered to even send a text and tell me he's going to be here?  I mean for fucks sake he told my mom because his balls aren't big enough to call me.  Or text me.  Hell he could even email it to me.  But I'm not being adult?

Man fuck this.  I'm done.  Like I said, I don't see a detour between my oncoming nervous breakdown and now.  So those of you that know me in real life.  If you see my pulling away from you, this is your warning.  I can't handle anything more right now.  And I would rather no one else get hurt in the atomic blast that's about to make landfall.

I want a cigarette right now.  I kinda need one.  My e-cig isn't doing jack shit.

I have to go to work.  I have to pretend to be normal because I need my job.

Tonight is going to so hard I don't think I'm going to make it through it.  Stay tuned, bloggers.  This may actually be the night I get fired from my dream job.

Really??? I mean, REALLY???

Dude!  It's not even fully into summer yet and I can already see it turning into a pisstastic one.

So last night, my mom calls me back after talking on the phone with my ex husband and her opening line is "You Owe me!"

This never ever bodes well for me.  Ever.

It seems that after I had put my foot down no more than a week ago and told the ex that HE had to find someplace for the kids to go when he went back to school in July because frankly I needed a break and I was going to take one, he decided that he was going to wait until he absolutely had no choice and then just bring them back over here.  As in the night before that fucker left for Oklahoma probably.

He does this shit all the time to me.  He will pretend like he's doing what he supposed to do and then he will dump a half finished half assed project on my doorstep and say "Okay! Your turn!" and walk away.  In this case it was going to be our daughters summer vacation.  Instead of them staying at his new home and watching television all day he was going to expect them to stay at my house watching television all day.  Because his girlfriend/fiancee was going to be working all day and she didn't feel like babysitting at night.  What if she wanted to go out?

Excuse me??  What is she wanted to go out?

Excuse the expression but, nigger please.  You better check yourself before you completely wreck yourself...

What kills me is this is the man that thought it was okay to file a motion with the courts to take my children away from me.  HE thought that it was okay to restrict me to weekend visits with my kids while he ahem... reaped the benefits of being the full time parent.  He can go around dumping kid on people's doorsteps and screwing up their plans because he has plans of his own.

Nah boo boo.  It's not going to work that way this summer.

And yet it will.  It definitely will.  My mother told him flat out that he didn't want to mess with my summer.  He just didn't want to and suggested that maybe the kid got to his sister's place for five weeks.  I highly doubt that she will say no because they are family but all the same, my ex mother in law lives with her and I can just see this biting me in the ass.  She's going to work her damndest to undo years of rules and raising to implement her own tactics and then she's going to convince that asshat that I'm a piss poor parent again and file for custody again.  Yes, I know she was behind the last filing.  I'm not stupid.

Please God don't let my summer turn pisstastic on me...

Little warning this is going to be an evolving rant.  It's not going to be finished until I know for sure that the ex is going to find a way to hold up to the custody agreement.  There may be days when I go balls out on him.  I will try to warn you before hand but expect them.

*Walks away muttering random cusses...

Stay Frosty Bloggers.  Hopefully tomorrow I will be in a better mood.