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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For the first year since they’ve been divorced – the boys won’t wake up at our house on Christmas morning. The coaew decided this because they have siblings over there (and we don’t have any here) that it’s not fair for Santa to visit them (the other siblings that believe in Santa) on Christmas Eve morning as he has in the past.

To put it mildly. I am fucking pissed. Kind of makes me wished I’d jumped on the baby bandwagon so our family would be “equal” to hers.

Sweety had called her to work out what time he’d get them Christmas Eve night or if she was bringing them over when she made the announcement. He tried to talk to her but ended up getting pissed off, telling her “whatever” and hanging up while she was still yammering away.

When he first told me I just started to cry. She gets them on Thanksgiving and we do on Christmas. This is just how it’s been. She hadn’t told the boys about it because BB asked me today where they’ll be Christmas Eve (for some reason, he asks me this every. single. year. and I always tell him, “Here!” and he says, “Just checking.”.) and when I said, “Your mother’s house.” he gave me a sideways look. So I elaborated with, “She’s bringing you here Christmas morning or day or whenever it is she feels like it. Wasn’t my idea and I’m not a fan.” And he said, “Okay.” and shuffled on out of the room.

This is the only time I’ve ever said anything in front of him that would be taken negatively about his mother but I just couldn’t hold my tongue. Sue me.

Anyhoo. In INSANELY HAPPY NEWS!

Bekah (don’t let the sign-in scare you! sign-in and check out her adorable photos.) and her daughter Sam (aka The Artist) are coming to see me! The weekend before Christmas! I won two parkhopper tickets to visit The Mouse and Sweety was going to go with me but he can’t because of bowling obligations. I won them back in the summer and we’ve been meaning to go and just keep putting it off and the tickets expire at the end of this year. So Bekah and Sam are coming and Sweety is being an awesome guy and buying us two more passes so we can go two days! Yay! Sam isn’t three yet so she’s freeeeeeee! I like me some free.

Tiny Sammy hugs!

Very excited. I am very excited!

And!

My Mom, sister and fantastic niece are arriving on Christmas Eve! They will be staying until January first or second! I can’t wait to see my niece and tell her bedtime stories and hug on her! I love my niece more than I like to breathe. She is an awesomely odd human being.

See this? This is one of Bekah’s hedgehogs all decked out for Christmas.

Now, it is nice and festive but do you know what I think when I look at it?

Hedgehog coochie!!!

I’d like to gently poke it with a pencil eraser.

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coaew called Sweety last weekend wanting to know how much he’s sell the boys televisions for (they’re not true televisions. They’re computer monitors but when we had cable they could watch t.v. on them. We have satellite now so they can’t use them.) because she’s buying a new computer tower and wanted one to use as a monitor.

He told her to ask the boys how much they wanted for them. He paid around $110 each for them 3 or 4 years ago and they’re pretty outdated. She called him back and said she was giving the boys $70 EACH for them. He laughed (a strangled laugh of disbelief. not an evil chuckle. he’s nicer than me.) and said we had planned of just putting them by the curb to let anyone pick up and she said she’d already told the boys she’d pay them.

Well, I say fuck that. I dropped those fucking monitors at least a dozen times on the garage floor last night when I saw that they were by the front door waiting for her to pick them up today. I hope she plugs those bitches in and they catch on fire.

And if they do work and the boys get paid? I am damn sure making them kick in on their Dad’s Christmas present this year.

I wouldn’t be so annoyed if she hadn’t called him last week with all kinds of stupid-assed questions. She wanted to know what all she’d need to hook up wireless internet service to a PlayStation3 if she got the boys one for Christmas. (she started the conversation with, “Hey, I got an unexpected check…” hey! maybe she could use some of that cash to buy some supplies for all of the motherfucking school projects I have to help with.) He actually told her that she needed to talk to her husband and hung up on her.

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I’m implementing something new. I’m not bending over backwards to make it to the boys’ baseball games or jump to get them whatever the latest gadget is that they’re wanting. They want something or they want to go on an outing – I’m referring them to Sweety. I make them mind and do chores but they know that if they really want something that I’m the person to ask about it. I admit that I’ve been the “fun” parent because I want them to like me.

They are never going to love me like they do their parents and it’s making me tired to try and be a supermom when I’m not super or a mom. I’ve spent 8 years going out of my way to be at every game and chaperon every field trip that they needed me on.

I have discovered something more embarrassing than telling a man that you love him and he says nothing – saying it to your stepsons and they say nothing. I know they can squeak it out. I hear them tell their parents all of the time. I used to tell them that I loved them when I tucked them in at night and they never said it back so I quit saying it. A few weeks ago, I thought that was no reason to not tell them since I do. But since it’s just followed with awkward silence – I give up. I know the boys love me but it’s frustrating that I put forth as much effort in all around raising them as their mother or Sweety and I’m not the same.

Last Saturday, for the first time ever – I didn’t go to a baseball game when I would have been able to. I had company and I just really wasn’t relishing the idea of sitting at the game for 3 hours with the coaew a stone’s throw away. And the world didn’t end. The boys didn’t even wonder where I was.

This weekend’s game is going to be a dramafest. They play about an hour away and they have a wedding to be in on their stepfather’s side of the family that evening. After the game, Sweety has to meet the coaew somewhere with the boys. I know what the day will be like.

They’ll get beat in the baseball game. Sweety will be annoyed. The boys will be pissy. The coaew will be calling or texting constantly trying to find out where they are. I will be pissed off that we’re having to take them to meet her because she didn’t come to the game. It’s her time with them. Yes, she has a wedding that night but if they have time to go to the game then why the fuck can’t she take them?

So I told Sweety I didn’t want to go. I have absolutely no desire to even be around the aggravation that will ensue if the game runs into overtime or Sweety can’t meet her at the appointed time. Or if he shows up at the meeting place and she isn’t there yet.

He said that he’d like for me to go but understands why I don’t want to. And guess what? I’m not having any anxiety about this Saturday since I’m avoiding it. If I was going, I’d spend all week dreading it.

I also told Sweety that I probably won’t be going to their games if he isn’t there. I’m uncomfortable being around the coaew and even more so if Sweety isn’t around to talk to.

That flaming twatwad called him this weekend to ask what size pants did BB wear because she needed to buy him dress pants for the wedding. It wouldn’t have been so bad but BB was at her house. On the couch. Watching t.v. He didn’t want to miss the football game on t.v. to go shopping so she was calling for his pants size. WTF? How hard is it to either A) Tell him to get his ass up because he as to go or B) See what size pants are on his ass? Gah. Sweety let the call go to voicemail and didn’t bother calling back.

Maybe the next time she calls crying about money problems – he can tell her to talk to her husband about a mortgage bond. It’s nice that she’s never had a pot to piss in but always manages to hook up with someone who does.

Basically, I’ve decided if something extracurricular is going to stress me the hell out or make me want to cry then I’m not doing it.

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Last summer the laptop we had was in an accident. When we got it back it worked and I was very happy. It worked properly for maybe two weeks.

For the past year it’s been a pain in the ass. Sometimes it wouldn’t start or would be so slow that it wasn’t worth fooling with.

A few weeks ago, the laptop had another accident with a piece of heavy equipment. (That laptop is one klutzy bitch.) A big enough accident that the hard drive was crushed into pieces and instead of putting the hard drive in a new laptop case – a refurbished laptop was sent as a replacement.

In an act of true karma – the new laptop won’t go online with it’s internal wireless thingymabob. I can plug a wireless usb device in and it’ll go online but I shouldn’t have to do that. I’ve already called tech support and it sounds like I’m going to have to call somewhere else and probably send it in to be fixed. I won’t be able to call them until I’m off again next Wednesday because they work regular hours and will be closed when I get off of work.

I’m not gonna bitch too much. At the most, I’ll just end up getting a wireless usb thing for it if they can’t fix it.

The neighbor’s cat is going to get a cleansing with some waterless shampoo. It’s foam that you rub in and then towel off. I’m really afraid he’d have a heart attack if I got him wet and I do not want to deal with that. They are going on vacation for a week so I’ll take that opportunity to clean him up. If Sweety would allow it, I’d tell them that he died and we buried him while letting him live out his life in our garage.

So the boys have been here for almost 2 weeks because the coaew had a weekend getaway this past weekend. The plan was that they were going to be here til Friday and then she’d pick them up from school on Friday and have them over the weekend.

The boys had a baseball game tonight. She came and told Sweety that she was going to pick them up from school tomorrow because she “deeply missed the boys” and will wake them at the fucking asscrack of dawn on Friday to take them to school. Because she misses them. The whole point of this exercise of them being here during the school week was so they wouldn’t have to get up super freaking early to get to school. She left the game after maybe 1.5 innings. If she missed them so fucking much you’d think she’d stay longer.

I have an internal bet with myself over whether or not she’ll drop LB off here after taking BB to school on Friday morning so we can take him in an hour and a half later. You know what? She has my permission to park her damned car in the driveway and sleep while he does for that hour and a half and then SHE can take him to school. I have to admit that Sweety knows that the fact that she drops him off on Monday mornings (Why can’t she take him to eat breakfast? Spend time with him? Probably cuts into her gym time. I’m not bitter.) chaps my ass so he comes home from work to take LB to school. I’ve adjusted to taking him being here on Mondays and have taken him to school if Sweety isn’t able to because that is the schedule. If she just assumes that it’s okay to do it this Friday I will probably set her on fire.

Actually, it just occurred to me that I could really fuck up someone’s day by scattering roofing nails in my driveway.

People, I have got to find a happy medium with this cunt. As it is, it’s been over 2 years since I’ve spoken to her and honestly? I’m okay with that. But today she walked behind me with her crew of crumb-crunchers and one of them was saying my name to try and get my attention and I ignored him because I didn’t want to turn the fuck around and have to say hi to her too. Because just seeing her makes me get hot and mad. I feel like I had a good 7 years of her being a complete douche to me while I said not one bad word to her so I’m entitled to at least 7 years of her staying the hell out of my way.

Sweety told me that I was being kind of harsh to take my annoyance out on the kid. I say I didn’t really take anything out on him – perhaps my ears just don’t pick up the frequency of small children shrilly saying my name. Either I’m going to have to start talking to this bitch and her crew or else move my chair to the far side of the field so there’s no chance of them getting close to me.

I’ll probably move.

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