It's All My Husband's Fault

  Once again, I apologize for not blogging about this.  I really thought that I had but apparently not.   Daughter came back from The Ex's after Thanksgiving and she started talking about the holiday.  She said that everyone had come to Ned's house for Thanksgiving, so they had set up extra places for everyone to sit.  Daughter said she had been sitting on a rickety bench that was questionable to being with.  At some point, she went to stand up and the bench broke; Daughter said when the bench broke, she fell down and "hit her boob on the counter."  So not only was she embarrassed that she fell, but her chest hurt also.  Daughter told us that Ned thought this was the perfect opportunity to make "joke" that went something like, "Way to go and break the bench, fatass."   ........Daughter is not fat.  Daughter is not chubby.  Daughter is not big-boned.  Daughter doesn't carry around a few extra pounds.  Daughter...

  Daughter's team is making plans to attend the girls' state basketball tournament.  Once again, the tournament is on The Ex's weekend and it's right around her birthday.  If you need a refresher as to how well The Ex handled this the first time around, click here .   Daughter has already been talking about going to state this year, how she's so incredibly excited, how she can't wait.  I asked if there was something happening this year that she was particularly excited about; she said no, she just loves going every year.  I asked her if I was also going again this year; she said, "Of course you are!"  I laughed and said okay, I just wanted to make sure; I didn't want to assume that I was going and just invite myself.  Daughter said no, she was planning on me going with them the whole time.   On January 28th, Husband sent this email with the subject "State basketball tournament": "[Daughter's] basketball team is attending the...

  Friday night, Son stopped at our house.  He had come down to pick up our neighbor's son for the weekend and stopped by us.  I showed him everything we had bought for them and told him to just act surprised on Sunday when they opened it all because let's be honest: the girls are the ones who really care about the presents.  He said he was happy we bought them a mobile because Girlfriend "really wanted one of those."   Son then said, "Um, so I guess Mom( The Ex ) is bringing Jell-O shots and liquor to the shower?"  Husband and I both stood there and didn't say much.  Son made a face, looked between both of us and asked, "Like...is that even okay?" ( I'm going to be petty and remind everyone that the court order still reads that The Ex is not to consume alcohol during her placement periods.  That was entered because she was given a citation for giving alcohol to teenagers, who later told the cops that she traded them liquor for babysittin...

  Saturday, I got a phone call from Daughter.  It sounded like she was at the store; I assumed she was with The Ex.  Daughter asked if I had bought a mobile for Son & Girlfriend's baby shower. I said yes.  Daughter asked what kind I had gotten.  I said it matched the crib set that we had bought for them.  Daughter asked what it looked like.  I said it had arrows on it; I was messaging back and forth with Girlfriend, she picked one out and that's what we bought.  Daughter asked if it had animals; I said no.  I heard Daughter say, "That one..." to whoever she was with; then she thanked me and we hung up.   I assumed that The Ex was buying another mobile, even though she was aware that we had already bought one.  Because honestly, that's something she would do.  And then, if she came to visit and they didn't have "her" mobile hanging over the crib, she'd complain about it.  But anyway....   Daughter came hom...

  A few weeks ago, The Ex's son had a wrestling tournament.  Daughter told us all about the fun and games that went on that day. ( As much as Daughter talks about The Ex and Ned, I can't help but wonder if she talks to them just as much about Husband and me.  I don't think she does, but the thought still crosses my mind every now and again.  Anyway.... )   For whatever reason, Ned was very crabby that day.  Daughter said he and The Ex were bickering about leaving; Ned wanted to get going and The Ex wasn't ready. ( Husband told me about this in the past.  The Ex takes forever to get ready.  It takes her hours.  Literally.  She's not like a make-up artist that takes over an hour to perfect their look; she's not a hairdresser that takes a long time to make sure it's done right.  She just. Takes. Forever . ) The Ex told Ned to go by himself and said something about how she still needed to pick up her parents. ( I don't know why her p...