Saturday, October 20, 2012

I’m going to wash that kid right out of my hair…

The Squeeze and I remain on tender hooks.  Not overtly; but it’s there – just under the surface.

I don’t see another way really, until the kids are in their 40’s and she can no longer use them to beat him around the head with.  We are who we are at this stage in our lives.  I need things in stone, organised and planned.  He would rather delay the inevitable.  So I ask.  And ask.  And ask.  Seems relatively simple to me; the only thing achieved with his delay, is stress and angst within our relationship and maybe a couple of days delay of the Harridan abuse.

What are we arguing about…?  Although we have discussed and compromised (and documented it!); it would appear that I will continue to be besieged by the witch tossing the kid at my head.  In the first twenty days of November, we have been instructed to have him for twelve days.  This doesn't take into consideration that one of the eight free days is the Squeeze's birthday, which will be kidded up I assume!

This would be easier to deal with if she would address some of the issues.  I say easier, although that is still a damned site more time than I would like with someone else in my environment.  And she won't deal with the issues of course since she considers our issues are actually about “your stupid ideas on hygiene”.

Ummm yeah.  Filthy clothes and lank, dandruff filled hair is just about me being a clean freak...

And after a lifetime of learning that clothes don’t need washing… nor do you need to shower or brush your teeth, it’s hard work attempting to steer him back to a reasonable direction.  We have attempted to combat her obvious slovenliness.   The kid is instructed to hit the shower five minutes after arriving.  I slink in before he arrives to remove my paraphernalia, leaving only a bottle of shampoo that can’t be missed.  Of course he ignores this request and comes out with wet hair that still looks dull and lank.  While grabbing the towel, I check and the bottle remains closed and dry.

Okay.  An aversion to soap, toothpaste and shampoo!  Weird really, since having clean hair feels so damned nice!

So I reiterate the discussion we have had on fairness to all parties and state that the week she has instructed us to have the kid, I have already taken two days off for us to go away on a four day weekend with the new car.  Given that last month we went to Greece, I am fine with him vetoing our weekend away and spending more time with the kid – but as per our agreement, he has to do so at the witches’ house.

And I have no intention of being railroaded so he better come home today having seen her at kid cricket and tell me he has given her the options we are willing to work with!  I'm happy to spend my four days off in relative silence; new car to cruise around in and hitting the keyboard to write...

Will he have told her...?  Not a chance.


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