Not again!

Author: thenicknick

ant hill Yup. Friday I peaked too soon. Bishop didn’t have any accidents. (Nor did he climb in the shower with me again! Big bonus!) And even though it wasn’t a pay week, I was in a good place at work…catching up, and a light patient load.

I was feeling pretty good about the way I was fulfilling my mommy duties. Rachel has two doctor’s appointments on Monday, a teacher work day, so she’s not missing school and I’m only missing a minimal amount of work.

In the girlfriend department, I was rocking, too. See, I had come home during lunch to walk Bishop and I managed to catch up some laundry. (Come on, I should get a standing O for my multi-tasking abilities alone!)

There was only one dark cloud looming over head, threatening to burst at any given moment. Freakin’ ex-husband. Yeah, he rained all over my day. After not seeing the kids since Labor Day, he had sent me a text message last night that told me…not asked…told me to drop off the kids. (Meaning he was working all night.)

Well, I had mixed feelings about that. On the one hand, it’s nice sometimes to have a quiet night alone and we haven’t had a quiet night alone in three weeks. In fact, we have been inundated with company and drama. And given that we are currently sitting around my phone waiting for it to ring like an expectant father, the drama and tension continue.

Oh, and about that other hand…we like the kids and enjoy having them around. Friday nights in The Bubble are particularly enjoyable. There are impromptu cookouts and unplanned fireworks and bonfires with s’mores and kids riding motorized…things. Good times. So, maybe I didn’t want to waste my gas and drive them half an hour away where they were going to sit home unsupervised and alone until the wee hours of the night/morning. Maybe I would just let their sperm donor father come pick them up in the morning.

Well, Fun Dad called.

FD: Why is Rachel seeing Dr. Jones and not Dr. Rachima?

me: Because she’s a fifteen year old girl. Next question.

That shut him up. For a minute.

FD: Are you dropping the kids off?

me: I hadn’t planned on it.

FD: (erupting) Blah blah blah stay up late. Blah blah blah movies. Blah blah be at your house at 6am!

And that’s when I started wishing Bishop was full grown. And that’s when I knew the first command I was going to teach him would be something to the effect of ’sic balls!’ (Sorry, Mom!) And that’s when I wished that the government would reconsider their stance on murder being a capital offense. I’m pretty sure that I could get off on temporary insanity right now. Grrr. Don’t worry. I’m not going to take any chances. And I certainly wouldn’t want to deprive my children of having such a great role model in their lives…

So, I hung up after caving and deciding to drop the kids off. And though I was still fuming, I managed to get some more work done. Until he called back. (I may need to get my number changed.)

FD: Did you know that Rachel got ISS suspended?

(Yes, he is that big a tard. He didn’t even understand what he was talking about?)

me: She told me about it last night…

FD: Well, she got in trouble today. Blah phone. Blah rules.

And I hung up as fast as possible because I still needed to call the school and verify what was actually going on. See, the facts were these:

The school has rules against cell phones in school. They cannot be seen or heard.
I have rules against cell phones in school. They shouldn’t leave the house during school hours.
Rachel broke two rules. She brought the phone to school. And she left the phone on so that it was heard. (Dead girl walking!)

Well, I called the school, pissed because this was the second call J had received before me and he isn’t even close to raising the kids. He doesn’t go to open houses or parent conferences or meetings of any kind. He hasn’t brought the kids to the doctor in ages. And he doesn’t miss work when they’re sick. So, I should be the top contact. Makes sense, right? And since S lives with them, I have him down as the second contact. And J, since I have no choice, is the third contact. (Although, I have to admit, there is a very responsible looking vagrant living under the overpass in a really nice cardboard box that might work out just as well. I’m sure he’d pay me at least as much child support as their actual father.)

Someone in authority finally answered at the school office late on a Friday afternoon. And the consensus was that I needed to bring in appropriate documentation to prove I am the custodial parent. No problem. Then the issue would be remedied. We shall see. They haven’t had our mailing address right in YEARS and I keep correcting them. Of course, the same is true of the doctor’s office. Rest assured, I will be dealing with them Monday afternoon.

Okay. I need one good thing to happen today. I hope the jewelry wasn’t it. Don’t get me wrong. It was a nice gesture. I mean when a man you’ve never met before gives you handmade glass jewelry… (And it’s nice!) That could, technically, qualify as my one good thing. I just need my one good thing to be bigger to balance out all the crappy little things.

Oh, and to add insult to injury, when I went to medicate at the vending machine…it all but screamed ‘fatty’ at me. How else can you explain that it refused to accept the nickel that would’ve let me get that 3 Musketeers bar? And then it wouldn’t give me back my dollar, so I had to buy something for a dollar. *gulp* I bought Cheddar Kettle Chips. And they could never be confused with chocolate fluffy goodness covered in a milk chocolate shell. *sniffle sniffle*

Oh, day of disappointments, will you never end?

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