I try to - but his work DOES change his shift times at a moments notice sometimes, which means it is difficult to stick to. If his work change his shift, say so he has to work a late shift on a tuesday instead of the early he should be doing - I then feel like I have to let him see the dc on another evening, as it's not his fault. And with that - I KNOW when he's genuine on that or fibbing, I know someone that works with him.
What was actually arranged was :
Week 1 -
Tuesday evening, my house, till DS2 goes to bed.
Thursday evening, my house, till DS2 goes to bed.
Saturday morning 11am - picks up DS2, Sunday afternoon drops DS2 back to me at 6pm.
Week 2 -
Tuesday evening, my house , till DS2 goes to bed.
Friday 12pm - 2pm he takes DS3 out, brings him back, then picks DS2 up from school and takes him for dinner out, brings him back at 6pm.
Ex-P has managed to change the Tuesday evening for Wednesday 4 times in 11 weeks now (at V short notice) due to shift changes at work. He has turned up at 10am (an hour early) to pick up DS2 twice. He has brought DS2 back an hour early EVERY time he has him for the weekend - once He didn't ring or text me, I was out AND it was pissing down - and he had the cheek to be angry with ME for not being in because "You never go anywhere , what have YOU got to do??" Even today, he has decided he will bring DS2 back at 5pm not 6pm, he caught me when I was busy bf'ing baby so I agreed before I realised, basically.
He can't keep to the routine if it KILLS him. Now I know that it's not all his fault, but when he turns up half an hour - an hour early, ostensibly to 'see DS3', it makes me feel like my house isn't my own IYSWIM. It's not as if I can leave him outside in the rain, is it? That's bloody rude. I would be rightly fucked off if anyone did that to me, left me outside in the rain if I'd turned up early to see them. BUT, but, but, I equally know that he is doing it to see what I'm up to, to have an opportunity to try and 'hook me back' again. But I can't get over the fact that it's rude to leave someone standing on your doorstep...
Oh, and last time he took DS3 out for his 12-2..he asked to have him till 3pm as his bloody mother hadn't seen DS3 for ages (because she was fucking rude to me but there you go), so I agreed but said he HAD to be back on time as DS3 would desperately need a feed by then. He didn't fucking turn up until 3.45pm. By which time my boobs were agony, and DS3 was CRYING (he never cries for a feed with me, he is fed before he cries IYSWIM).