DS2 has come down with the viral lurgy that's going round the school. It's Ex's day off, and he's having DS3, so as my appointment tomorrow isn't able to be rearranged (they've cleared one member of staff's diary just to help me!), I didn't think it would be that much to ask him to look after his ill 9yo too.
Oh god, you'd have thought the world was about to fucking end!
Apparently he made arrangements to have a friend home and help him paint his new room. Yes he was going to take DS3 (wtf paint+hyperactive toddler, yeah, that's a sensible mix...) but because I told him I needed him to stay here with DS2 as he's not well enough to travel, he went off on one!
DS2 is 'always' getting ill - erm, yeah, he's on a massive dose of steroid inhalers, larger than he should be but it's the first time his asthma has EVER been under control. More steroids = less immune system = more bugs and colds. DUH!
(Ex should know, he's asthmatic himself!)
Next "He's having too much time off school" - erm, his attendance is WELL above where they call the EWO in, actually, knobwad. Not that you'd know, as it would be beyond you to check with the school like I do...
Then "Oh, what you have to do always seems more important than what I have to do". Yes, dickface, I think getting help with 4 X Medical needs forms for housing filled in TO GET THE BIGGER HOUSE YOU keep moaning that I don't have yet IS more important than a bit of bastarding painting.
Then he had the ducking CHEEK to tell me that it was 'convenient' how one of the DC's or me always (said in sarky voice and I could SEE the Eyeroll despite being on the phone...) gets ill when HE has something planned.
I'm afraid I did lose it slightly, and told him in a voice positively dripping with sarcasm that "Of course, I ordered DS2 to get ill on a day that was as inconvenient for me as it is for you, didn't I?!"
All this DESPITE the fact that we arranged that on the week he has Tuesday & Thursday off (fortnightly rota) I could book appointments on the Tuesday and him on the Thursday and if for any reason he couldn't do the Tuesday, he was to give me a minimum of a week's notice, preferably two.
AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!
He's also left it too late deliberately a bloody gain to book half term next week off, despite promising me that he would take DS2 & DS3 for half the week to give me a much needed rest. He does this every time. He keeps complaining that he never gets a week off just for him.
I did have to prevent myself from embedding a carving knife in his head at that point. Instead I merely hissed "well that's what you get when you have two DC's with SN's, and in fact, what you get when you have two DC's full stop, isn't it..." Whilst refraining from adding 'shit for brains' to the end of that sentence.
Fucking rraaaaargh.
(It's a good job he's NOT here tonight because I might have a chance to stop myself from wanting to rip his head off and shit down his neck by the morning...)
Can you tell I'm a teensy bit stressed with my Ex tonight?!