Well isn’t that a cosmic kick in the ass?
Posted on July 9, 2008
Filed Under avoidance behaviour, confessions of a confessaholic, daily drama, girly girl, goalllllls!, living in the past, losin' it, love letters, terrible twos |
In my first blog, I really just ranted a lot - especially during the first year of Isobel’s life. Tonight, it’s one of those nights. I’m going to channel Rilah now, so forgive me but there will be cursage and boring ‘my day was…’ isms.
On the top of my list of Things that Suck July-styles:
- The ad. The dude. Didn’t email like he said he would. Didn’t call. I’m guessing I’m not getting it.
- Prior to our mediation appointment this afternoon, I took Isobel for a stroll around the ‘hood, looking for more ‘for rent’ signs. Found one. Called it. Landlord said he’d call me back with a time for tomorrow, prolly around 4 or 5 pm. No call. And it was CHEAP.
- I arranged last minute babysitting so that I could go to the mediation un-child-fettered. Was at the friend’s house getting Isobel settled when JDawg called to inform me that I was late. The card they’d written the time on said 3:30, but they booked it for 3.
- Also found out that their new receptionist didn’t know their rules, so she booked our appointment, but we weren’t allowed to all meet together, for the first meeting.
- So he got my appointment, and I had to leave Isobel at the babysitters for an extra hour. I asked him to wait, so we could discuss things, but he wanted to eat and then have his normal visit with her. Fine.
- His appointment? All legal stuff, nothing personal; he walked out saying he needed more legal advice before he could move forward with the agreement. Again.
- My appointment? All personal, almost all stuff I already knew. Still took over an hour.
- But then we got home (I had to power walk from Downtown cuz the bus was full and it took me 17 minutes to go almost 2 miles. Yay me!?) from the babysitters and JDawg wanted to talk. Of course.
- And the only thing we could agree on (but we didn’t argue, so good for us) was that Isobel’s visits with him need to change in frequency and time. After explaining how I wanted it to be and pointing out that he could pick how early and go right up to dinnertime on both days of the weekend, and how she’d sleep better and he’d get her before she got all tired and cranky, etc. He sort of kind of agreed to change his visits to only the weekends.
- Why did he bring it up, initially? He feels like all of the visits and his working and the commute to my apartment isn’t giving him enough time to himself. Really? So, um, you want to be joint custodial parents but in the last three visits, you’ve been late twice cuz of laundry and being tired, and you’ve said that you want less visitation time because you’re lacking alone time? What kind of parenting is that shit?
- So, anyways, he took Isobel out for a half hour, after all the talking was done. And then he told me about how he was cool, and his feelings about me had changed cuz of all of this court stuff. And the initmation was that he no longer had any at all. And I’m sorry, but that kind of fucking hurt.
- And it was my fault cuz I’d done the court shit. And it’s the first time in a long time that I’ve been really aware of being sad about our relationship - or apparent lack thereof.
- And then Isobel learned how to wash her hands with soap at the sink, like a big girl. And became obsessed with it.
- Did I mention that tomorrow we’re cutting off naptime and moving bedtime to an hour earlier?
- Have I told you exactly how little she’s eating nowadays? She’s not much of a picky eater, she’s just not eating. Today, she had half of an almond butter and honey sandwich, an applesauce snack and a cheese string. OH! And about a quarter of a rice cake and a handful of craisins. That was a lot, compared to the last couple of weeks.
- My house is a mess and I’ve lost the will to clean. Or pack. Or do anything that requires thinking, much.
- I’ve got work to finish, too. And I feel like I’m drowning in being overwhelmed.
And so, in all classiness and uncrassness, I copy follow Kelley and smite thee, oh mighty smiter.
PS. It took 11 tries to get that picture inserted. Fucking Wordpress.
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To be honest, I think this court stuff and all it entails is good for both you and JDawg.
And goddamn fucking asshole over here not calling you back - the locals come out tomorrow, I will grab them again.
C and L still obsess over hand washing - be prepared for the long haul.
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I love the smiting. I remember when Allie discovered hand washing. I thought she’d never stop. Following that was stage where she refused to wash her hands unless there was visible dirt. I hope the landlord calls you soon about the apartment.
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Your smiting pic is waaaaaaay better than mine. You are all hard arse fuck you in that pic. I love it.
And totally jealous at how well you did it.
You seeing this you freaking smiting bastard? Give my girl a break you arsehat.
Smootches babe. Sending you huge hugs.
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don’t even get me started on the picky eating…makes me want to stab myself with spork, eating with my kids.
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I’m sad that you’re sad about it.
And I’m angry about his ‘me time’ crap.
And I hate wordpress too right about now.
Maria’s last blog post..No, I don’t like your kids.
OMG - sorry you’re having such a rought time! I’ve been thru that mediation shit almost 20 years ago with my oldest two girls. Want to know what I learned? After all the court crap and everything was settled and over with, the ex started dating - as a profession! After all the shit he put me thru with wanting joint custody and more time - when it was all said and done, I learned it was all for show. When he realized how much two little girls cut into his time with “big” girls, he eventually cut visitation down to every other weekend.
Hang in there - there is light at the end of the tunnel!
Oh - don’t worry about your daughter’s eating. At one point, my middle daughter quit eating anything but spaghetti-o’s. She has grown into a wonderful, healthy 24 yo!
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What a suck ass day!@ I’m sorry!!
Love the picture!
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Wish it was Atlanta not Vancouver.. I’d have you come live here!
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what I wouldn’t give for some me time.
meanwhile, kids take eating breaks. My girl is not eating right now. {shrug} sometimes she’ll nibble something, but yeah. it’s a phase. So Is is fine.
Dood WTF? What a crappy culmination of things happening in your life right now. *hugs*
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Man…that was a sucky day. Today is a new day. It will be better! Believe it. You should try calling the apt ppl back, maybe? Occasionally people lose numbers/get lazy/ or just totally forget. Who knows? Worth a try. What’s the worse that could happen?
And someone should tell him that when it comes to parenting, you are LUCKY to get some “you” time. I’m still wondering when the hell I’m gonna get mine, actually.
Much love to you darling!!
xoxo
Ash
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Ok…. I have been gone for some time. I return. And now, you have changed your blog again? Heehee…. if I tell you I like it, you will change it again. Like last time.
So. Instead. This design SUCKS. I would hate to come and see it everyday. I hate the colors. I hate the feel. I hate.
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Wow, what a suck-ass day! *hugs* Here’s hoping that things get better from here on out for you!
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Crap! What a crap-tastic day
I’m sorry the housing folk are giving you the runaround. Nothing more stressful than finding a roof to put over your head + court.
Hope things start to fall into place this week.
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SMITE THE SMITER!
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The photo was priceless… just perfect! I hate all that suckage has been beating down on you. I really hope you get some good news very soon.
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One of my boys is like OCD about washing his hands yet he fill leave food in a ring around his mouth all day. Go figure.
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Okay.. this post sucks because of how sucky everything is right now.. but then I read Ashley’s comment and laughed at how positive she is sometimes.. too cute BOSS..
But I am joining you at throwing the bird to life sometimes.. sometimes you just got to.
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My initial reaction was to be pissed that JDawg would actually complain about having more time to himself because really, that is shitty. HOWEVER, if giving the little bitch more time to himself will make him a better, more patient, more attentive father, then maybe it’s for the best. Better he be well rested and content when he has his visitation than tired and in a bad mood, ya know, cuz that is never a good energy to expose the baby to.
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