After he had been promising the kids for weeks that he would come, he didnt show. He finally called around 7pm last night- said he will be in town today. God, what a headache. His pickled brain doesnt get that he cant yank the kids around like this.
I dont like the ex staying at my house, but it gives the kids extra time to spend with him. They dont get to see him much and he's still their Dad, even if he is a big fuckwit. I mainly go about my business- he's just a lump that I have to walk around when he's here. He sleeps on the couch. The kids know that Dad comes to see them, not me. I dont know if I'd trust him with the kids for any period of time, anyway. This way I get to supervise the visitations. It sure puts a cramp in my weekend, though.
So we missed the doctor appt yesterday and went out to dinner instead.
No weed or downers needed- after a nice glass of merlot and blasting some Green Day through the headphones, I felt a lot better.
Man, I need a vacation.