I’m not a very spontaneous person. Once in a blue moon, I’ll get a wild hair and do something on the spur of the moment – but not usually. I like to know what’s going on well in advance.

Last night I call Sweety on my break at work. And he tells me that I will be picking the boys up from baseball practice tonight after I get off today. Okay. Fine. I’d planned on maybe going to do something (but, uh, since I was going alone it’s not like I had to cancel with anyone or anything.) but this is okay. I’ll get the boys and then we’ll go to a movie or something. It’ll be fun. I miss having them here on the weekends because we never do anything “fun” anymore. It’s just school and work Monday through Friday.

I tell Sweety to tell the boys to take a change of clean clothes to change into after practice and he does.

This morning, after he’d dropped the boys off and they’d been told that I was picking them up, the coaew calls to let him know that she will be picking them up so as to not inconvenience me. Since BB doesn’t have practice on Saturday (she’d originally thought he had practice Saturday morning) she will pick them up to not trouble me.

Um, no. She’s not doing it to save me any trouble. It was perfectly motherfucking fine to inconvenience me when she thought she was going to have to pick them up at 9 p.m. and then get back up to bring them to practice at 10 a.m. the next morning. It was easier for her I picked them up and then we took them to practice the next morning. Don’t try and fucking say that you’re concerned about bothering me.

If she wasn’t able to pick them up when she thought there was a practice the next morning, what makes it any different if there is no practice the next morning? Nothing except now she doesn’t have to get up early and tote them over to our town so it’s okay to get them the night before. In actuality – it was easier for her to pick them up tonight than to drive out here early tomorrow morning like she had said she would. Fried cunt.

Sweety didn’t understand why I got so pissed off at the change in plans. Don’t tell me that I’m doing something and then 12 hours later tell me “nevermind, coaew said she’d pick them up so you wouldn’t have to.” My point is that she was completely okay with me going out of my way if it made things easy for her but now that it wouldn’t make things easier for her she wasn’t. Don’t bullshit me and say she gives a rat’s left nut as to my plans.

I told Sweety that I’m not an on-call taxi service and to not volunteer me for fetching anymore if it’s her day. I told him I’m perfectly happy to take them to practice when they’re here but I’m not going to do her a favor and “swing by” and get them on my way home from work on Friday night.

A couple of weeks ago, BB missed something baseball related because they were doing volunteer work somewhere to get a Disney ticket in exchange for volunteering. coaew called Sweety and told him, “I deserve to take them to Disney World before they’re eighteen!” (Hey! You also deserve to pay for some fucking school lunches, medical appointments, braces, shoes and how about the occasional field trip! Wanna do that? No, I didn’t think so.) What. The. Fuck? This just shows how much she does not know her kids. Those boys have no desire to go to Disney. We’ve asked them. They want to go to Universal or somewhere for the thrill rides. Not to Disney.

I’d like to kick her in the coochie until my foot breaks. Seriously, if I could have that opportunity I’d totally sacrifice a foot.

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