Daughter was in a mood last week.
I'm over my whiny self-pity for the time being, so this post will actually be about The Ex 😂
Last week, Daughter's team had a game against one of their bigger rivals. The day of the game, the head coach had told the team that if they won that night, he would cancel practice the following night. Daughter's team ended up winning so after the game, she told me that she no longer had practice.
On the way home, Daughter was trying to call The Ex to tell her that she could be picked up at the regular time of 5:30pm because practice had been cancelled. The Ex was not answering her phone, so Daughter called Ned who eventually answered and said that The Ex wasn't answering because she was "trying to find something." The Ex got on the phone and Daughter told her what she had to. They stayed on the phone a bit longer. At one point I walked past Daughter and overheard The Ex complaining, "I'm tired of being put down, I'm tired of being hurt..." I bit my tongue, sighed to myself, and moved on with what I'd been doing. I have no idea who or what The Ex was talking about, but my educated guess would be that she'd once again changed the subject to Husband and/or me. It's nothing new but it just gets so tiring after awhile. I went to bed wondering when Daughter was going to see through all of this and praying that it would be sooner rather than later.
The next day Daughter said, "So I don't have practice tonight. Guess who's picking me up?" I guessed her grandparents/The Ex's parents. Daughter said, "Yup. Cuz she'll still be at work and she's too lazy to come get me herself." (Jaw on the floor.) My co-worker asked who Daughter was talking about and calling lazy; Daughter said she was talking about The Ex. My co-worker said that Daughter just said that The Ex would be at work, so how was that "lazy" if she wasn't able to come? Daughter said, "On Sundays, she doesn't work. She still doesn't take me." (All of this is true. Even when The Ex told Husband that she couldn't ask her parents to transport the kids because "there not doing so well," she still had her parents doing the placement exchanges for her. Work or not, The Ex has never made her kids a priority in her life and she still doesn't.)
My co-worker asked where The Ex worked. Daughter said that The Ex works at a bank. My co-worker asked what The Ex did; Daughter sat blankly because she's not really sure what The Ex does at her job, so I interjected and said that The Ex does "bank stuff" and we laughed at my dumb comment. My co-worker asked if The Ex handled money; Daughter said, "Yeah, she does...I think she does. My co-worker asked if The Ex did fractions and stuff. (This is a completely unrelated inside joke regarding someone else; we randomly announce to each other that "we can do fractions" because of a stupid comment made by someone else years ago.) Daughter said, "Not fractions. She can't even do third-grade math."
I tried but was unable to hold in a snicker, which in turn made Daughter laugh. Then I panicked for a brief second, thinking that Daughter had somehow come across my blog because that is literally the exact same thing that I've written about The Ex in at least one post; I asked where Daughter had heard that from. Daughter said, "No, she can't! She can't do second-grade, third-grade...she can't do it. I think it's funny. I didn't hear about it; I've seen it. I help [The Ex's younger son] with his math."
So there we have it. The Ex couldn't help her first child with his math when he was in third grade, and she still can't help her fourth child with math while he is only in second grade. She truly is dumber than a box of rocks.
Last week, Daughter's team had a game against one of their bigger rivals. The day of the game, the head coach had told the team that if they won that night, he would cancel practice the following night. Daughter's team ended up winning so after the game, she told me that she no longer had practice.
On the way home, Daughter was trying to call The Ex to tell her that she could be picked up at the regular time of 5:30pm because practice had been cancelled. The Ex was not answering her phone, so Daughter called Ned who eventually answered and said that The Ex wasn't answering because she was "trying to find something." The Ex got on the phone and Daughter told her what she had to. They stayed on the phone a bit longer. At one point I walked past Daughter and overheard The Ex complaining, "I'm tired of being put down, I'm tired of being hurt..." I bit my tongue, sighed to myself, and moved on with what I'd been doing. I have no idea who or what The Ex was talking about, but my educated guess would be that she'd once again changed the subject to Husband and/or me. It's nothing new but it just gets so tiring after awhile. I went to bed wondering when Daughter was going to see through all of this and praying that it would be sooner rather than later.
The next day Daughter said, "So I don't have practice tonight. Guess who's picking me up?" I guessed her grandparents/The Ex's parents. Daughter said, "Yup. Cuz she'll still be at work and she's too lazy to come get me herself." (Jaw on the floor.) My co-worker asked who Daughter was talking about and calling lazy; Daughter said she was talking about The Ex. My co-worker said that Daughter just said that The Ex would be at work, so how was that "lazy" if she wasn't able to come? Daughter said, "On Sundays, she doesn't work. She still doesn't take me." (All of this is true. Even when The Ex told Husband that she couldn't ask her parents to transport the kids because "there not doing so well," she still had her parents doing the placement exchanges for her. Work or not, The Ex has never made her kids a priority in her life and she still doesn't.)
My co-worker asked where The Ex worked. Daughter said that The Ex works at a bank. My co-worker asked what The Ex did; Daughter sat blankly because she's not really sure what The Ex does at her job, so I interjected and said that The Ex does "bank stuff" and we laughed at my dumb comment. My co-worker asked if The Ex handled money; Daughter said, "Yeah, she does...I think she does. My co-worker asked if The Ex did fractions and stuff. (This is a completely unrelated inside joke regarding someone else; we randomly announce to each other that "we can do fractions" because of a stupid comment made by someone else years ago.) Daughter said, "Not fractions. She can't even do third-grade math."
I tried but was unable to hold in a snicker, which in turn made Daughter laugh. Then I panicked for a brief second, thinking that Daughter had somehow come across my blog because that is literally the exact same thing that I've written about The Ex in at least one post; I asked where Daughter had heard that from. Daughter said, "No, she can't! She can't do second-grade, third-grade...she can't do it. I think it's funny. I didn't hear about it; I've seen it. I help [The Ex's younger son] with his math."
So there we have it. The Ex couldn't help her first child with his math when he was in third grade, and she still can't help her fourth child with math while he is only in second grade. She truly is dumber than a box of rocks.
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