Can I just tell you all about my morning? Bearing in mind, this is HIS weekend to have the kids.
One has football, one has to go to a hockey match, she plays for her school. Same every fricking Saturday.
Phone goes at 7.00. Need to come to yours DD forgot her stuff for her toe. Right, ok no problem. When will you be here? 8am.
Why ring me? He knows I'm here, he could have rocked up to the door at 8am with the kids in the car and DD could have run in and got the stuff. (it's dressings and things)
So he arrives at 8am (on time for fucking once) kids come in and DD faffs, runs out "bye" DS still standing here. We have a tournament today (an hours drive away). I need a packed lunch. Dad's going to run DD to school and you can make my packed lunch and he'll pick it up on the way back.
I make the packed lunch, (DS is
as I had no proper chocolate biscuits so he got a packet of Jaffa Cakes)
Back comes ex, DS runs to car, getting in I say "good luck" and then I realise if ex is taking DS to football tournament an hour's drive away what's DD doing after hockey?
THEN he admits that he just told DD to ring me and I'd pick her up.
I'm doing nothing today it's not a big deal to pick her up but it would have been nice to have been ASKED. And I feel so petty to complain about it.