It's All My Husband's Fault

  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...