The art of dating when you are in your 40’s is a perilous, soul destroying mission. I blame my misfortune with men on the 'fairy tale factor'... That never ending belief that love conquers all and that one day a prince will come.
Reality isn't even close to the fairy tale. Especially when the prince doesn’t just come with baggage – he comes with a bitter, money grubbing ex-wife clinging to his back like a hump.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
We Never Have Him!!!
We Never Have Him!!! We've only had him once this month!
That is the argument I get when I put up a fuss re the kid
coming unexpectedly or without my being asked or if we are arguing because I’ve had
enough and determined to put my foot down.
Then we move into 'wheedling' – like this weekend. We had a screaming row that ended at: ‘I’m
moving out (again)’ stupid Moodle. Re
today, I got “he will be gone first thing in the morning! He’s going over to a friend’s place to watch
old Bogart movies!”
Hmm. What friend would that be..?
Where did this new found friend come from? And Bogart movies..?
Strange; still, I guess any friend is good, even if it is a weirdo
But of course the friend and movie was cancelled… Yay. So
instead, I’ve just done the whole weekend AGAIN! In fact this month there is not one weekend
that has/will be kid free. Not one.
Now why the hell would anyone figure that I’d want to give
up every weekend to have someone else’s kid?
Worse, someone’s kid who is lazy; that I'm not permitted to yell at as I would my kids. And I always have ten times
extra work when he leaves – including mopping up spilled chocolate milk from the
floor and wiping down my fricking fridge because the handle is oh so obviously there
for show. I’m not even going to talk
about the toilet floor or washing!
Add to this, that I have to hear the Squeeze say “Come on! Come
on! Come on!” repeatedly. To the point
where I’m almost ready to bust my spleen!
It doesn’t take a mental giant to work it out!!!! Take his laptop off him until he has done as
asked instead of repeatedly asking!
And he wonders why I jack up. Why I’m being so 'unfair'…
And then we add to all the other pleasantries the fact that
the lazy biach sent him packed for a wedding with no shirt and a pair of
pants screwed up into a ball. I tried to
iron them but the stench that came off them made me swoon. I had no time left to wash them so instead,
the Squeeze had to stand and hold them out while I sprayed them with Frebreeze
before he hung them on the line. I didn't even attempt to iron them again.
I’d rather be staked to an ants nest than to have ever let
my kids leave the house like that; but then again, I guess my EVERYTHING wasn't about them...
Anyhow – here is the month.
Red = kid days – including days where the Squeeze picks him
up for dinner and a movie.
Orange is her demanding we have him – or rather her “kid
wants to stay with his dad…” texts.
(yeah, sure he does…) Please
note: he has agreed to these days on the
proviso it is at her place.
Purple is when I have extra days off.
Green are things that we
get to do something - and more than likely, certainly not on our own.
I cut Monday off to fit since there was nothing on it :-)