as you all know ~ i hate Mondays... but this particular Monday, well let's just say i haven't felt like this in quite some time... and it all began with my tonsils... let me take you back...
i had a headache Saturday night and took some aspirin... and the damn aspirin just wouldn't go down, felt like it held onto my damn tonsils for dear life... anyway... so in that moment of weakness i phoned my kids... that there act of motherly love i just should not have done... easy as that... i chat to Kay, he passes the phone to Jay... mommy I'm cold he says... well sweetheart i know we're not the richest people around but hell you've got warm clothes, go put them on! i can't mommy... why (the fuck!) not sweety???? well the brat is sleeping in our room and... sweety just give the phone to your (fucking) daddy ok? love you...
batman: yeah?
me: what the fuck??
batman: huh?
me: why can't he put on warm clothes??? surely the (fucking) brat won't wake up if somebody tiptoes into the room so that MY kid can get some warm clothes?
batman: (at this stage he's fuming for some reason, maybe it's because he doesn't like me of all people to tell him what to do)... i told jay to get warm clothes earlier, but he didn't, so now it's too late, end of story...
me: are you drunk? you do sound drunk batman... are you actually smashed while in care of my kids??
batman: I'm not drunk! I'm not! these fucking kids.... ~click~ puts the phone down....
at this stage i felt horrible... i was the reason that they were at that moment getting screamed at by their father... because i pissed him off... i felt horrible...
event number two: yesterday morning Kay phones me, mom i fainted on Saturday night... excuse me baby WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY???? i fainted mom! i honest to goodness fainted! (strangely excited about this)... and nobody thought to phone me?? fuck
event number three: after lunch on Sunday i get an sms (text) from batman... Kay is not feeling well, he's been sleeping the whole day... wtf??? and you only let me know this now???? an hour later he's there to drop them off... Kay is on fire... he's fever was 39.7... i nearly had a fit... it took 3 hours for me to break the fever...
but before asshole batman gets to leave i have a little word with him outside:
me:so you were drunk on Saturday? i told you i don't want you drinking while the kids are there! batman: i can drink as much as i like woman...
me: no you can't fucktard!
batman: i don't want to talk about this anymore...
me: excuse me?
batman: just let it be...
me: no i won't!
*reverses his car*
me screaming: HOW OLD ARE YOU BATMAN, SERIOUSLY YOU ARE SUCH A CHILD... (how ironic is that i know!)
*tyres screeches around the corner*... well he didn't take that well... and no i don't live in a trailer park...
other tit bits i picked up from the kids after they were dropped off that pissed me off even further...
- batman wants to sell Kay's pit bike, it's not his to sell!!
- batman and bat girl wants the kids to go over to their place, yes they're officially shagging up now, next weekend (my weekend) cause the bat family, her family will be visiting... I'm sorry, this is my problem how??
will somebody just please hold him down so that i can bloody well... i typed and deleted quite a few interesting things to do to him ...
so basically I'm getting tired of being the one who keeps my mouth shut to have peace... cause he seems to get away with everything! but i don't know if it's worth it... to have constant shouting and near murderous scenarios around the kids is not the right thing... so i just needed to vent a bit... hopefully i feel better soon....and stop acting like a child myself... cause the person i was this weekend, well i don't like to be her, i don't know what happened to me... and i'll just have to stop this shit... *sigh*
22 COMMENTS....bite me!:
oh my sweets.. sorry man.. sounds like he is such a f@ing asshole..
I say.. dont send the kids there for awhile.. I did it and mine behaves MUCH better.. told him I am the mom and I make the rules.. he can bring all sorts of court orders.. nothing scares me.. the worst they can do is tell me to send them.. but it will cost him..
The kids wont hate you.. lol.. Mine love me for it .. now they get treated better.. My rule is clear.. When my kids are there ..my rules apply.. and EVERYTHING is my business.. Klaar! no arguments.. no ifs and no buts..
See, I am a nasty bitch after all.. well when it comes to my kids that is..
Oh Sweets I would have LOST it. Seriously.
oh sweets!! that's aweful:( lots of hugs and wisdom coming your way!!!!!
I think i have tonsilitis too....hurts like hell and i feel awfull:(
I really feel for you, sweets he sounds like a complete knob.
I have nothing to suggest, I'm afraid, except that I wouldn't swap weekends if that's not the agreement - they should work their weekends around Jay and Kay and you, not the other way round.
I agree with the Jackson Files. Why should you have to rearrange your weekends around them.
I am impressed all you did was scream at him. I probably would have thrown something.
Sounds aweful. Sorry :(
OH. MY. GOODNESS.!!!! The FUCKWIT! I'm SSSOOO upset right there with you
So sorry to hear about this!
Sounds like a real charmer that one!
But as me mum always says, This Too Shall Pass.
Woah. That is insane.
He sounds like a fucking wanker.
I don't like the word fuck nearly as much as I like the action.
he sounds like a perfect fucktard.
hope Kay gets mo betta soon.
lol@... and no i don't live in a trailer park..
haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
don't take any shit over there Sweets.
Sometimes venting is the best thig to do. Get things in the open and take the burden away from yourself (so to say because it's always there). But you had reason to be upset so i don't understand why you say you don't like the person you were. But there probably are other reasons, it's best to always question ourselves, only we have the answers so at least we putting the questions to the right person. Fully understand you on the 'other person" (being you). When we reflect it's as if we were watching ourselves being someone else which is scary especially if we become the "watcher" more often. If this makes sense than yeah, i understand you, else, i'm in a different boat all together.
And fuck is a beautiful word!
Sometimes venting is the best thig to do. Get things in the open and take the burden away from yourself (so to say because it's always there). But you had reason to be upset so i don't understand why you say you don't like the person you were. But there probably are other reasons, it's best to always question ourselves, only we have the answers so at least we putting the questions to the right person. Fully understand you on the 'other person" (being you). When we reflect it's as if we were watching ourselves being someone else which is scary especially if we become the "watcher" more often. If this makes sense than yeah, i understand you, else, i'm in a different boat all together.
And fuck is a beautiful word!
O hell girl....this sucks!!
First of all, you are more than justified in getting angry. Those are you kids, you should know if they're not well. However, I think I can understand why you didn't like the person you were, because you had almost sunk to his level.
I suggest you set up a separate meeting with him, and lay down the rules like BIC did. Talk to him like you would to a naughty puppy. You are the mommy after all.
Strongs hun...I hope you feel better :-)
Eish ... take it from me ... DO NOT KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!!!
Drinking while looking after the kids?
Not doing anything about the fever?
Changing the weekend allocations on you?
WHAT THE FUCK!!??
No way ... huh uh ... don;t let him get away with that. Don't let the rot start.
Trust me on this
xxx
Sweets... take a pillow and scream as loudly as you want into it...put up a boxing bag and beat the shit out of it...better yet...put his face ON the boxing bag! YEAH!!
Please excuse me...but what a dick!
*Sorry*
PS> Fucktard? Classic!!
Oh and I personally LOVE the word Fuck...nothing expresses things quite as lovely as: FUCK!
See?
Haha
aw sweets i am SO SO sorry you're having such grief... i swear to christmas that ex-people have got to be a few sandwhiches short of a picnic!!!
Hey Sweets may I suggest you take the saddle off the pit bike and shove the sharp pointy metal bit up his ........... umm err where was I, what was I saying! *starts twitching*
;-)
LOL! I see someone found your blog through searching for 'hanging testicles for cars'. My mouth is closed. Not saying one more word ............... *snort* :-P
hmmm..all i can say is Fuck:)
well, that rightly sucks...
i can sympathize about keeping your mouth shut to keep the peace.. im in the same boat, but not from an ex..... but it sucks, nonetheless..
Just don't send them over there. Until he apologises and realises that he isnt a freakin thirteen year old.
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Eish! Lucky for them they have one decent parent, Sweets. I can't believe he was drinking and didn't do anything about your sick kiddies. Batman needs a bruisin'!
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