Is It Really Wednesday Already???

Thanks for your kind words and advice on the Mom situation.  This is one of the reasons I love the blogging community.  Y'all are awesome!

The last two nights have been pretty relaxed, and I asked her if she minded the boys and I going to see the therapist alone once before we all go together.  I was afraid that it would end up with her accusing and yelling and me crying, and I didn't want the boys to see all that.  I also wanted a little more time to prepare myself.  She said it was okay, but that she still wanted to go together another time.  No problem.  I have not been sleeping well every since Saturday, so I'm completely wiped out. 

This made it interesting when Douche texted my phone at 3 this morning with this message:  "I MADE STAFF SGT!"  Yes, it's earlier in Alaska than it is here, but for heaven's sake, it was still 11 pm there - a bit late to text/call someone (especially someone you never talk to).  What am I supposed to do with that information?  It's not as if I care about his career, and he was a Sgt. for 6 years.  6 YEARS!  If you aren't in-the-know with military ranking, 6 years is a very long time to be a plain Sgt., so it's not as if this is a big acheivement.  He could've been promoted 3 years ago if he'd have only done the schooling that was required.  Whatever the case, I was not amused that he decided to share his news in the middle of the night.  Asshole.

I was a good Mama, though, and told the boys at dinner that their dad had been promoted, and that they should probably call him.  (He's on R&R right now in Alaska, and has only called the boys once since he's been home).  Big J took my phone upstairs and called, and I expected him to bring it back down when he was done so Little J could talk.  However, when he came down, there was no one on the phone.  Apparently, when he called Douche, Douche told him he needed to call Douche's dad.  He did.  Douche's dad told him all about his plan to take the boys up to Alaska to visit right after school is out for the summer.  I have a few problems with this:

1.  No one has mentioned this to me at all.  I don't mind letting them go, but I am the custodial parent and need to know the details.  As far as I knew, they were planning to do this when Douche returned from Afghanistan, which would be in the spring.  At the very least, it's rude not to include me in any plans, and to expect the children to ferry the information to and fro.  That is one of the first things any child psychologist will tell you - do not count on the children to transfer information between parents, it's not their job.

2.  Neither one of them - Douche or his father - even mentioned Little J.  Neither one asked to talk to him, and neither one mentioned his birthday coming up.  

I feel like I need to give a disclaimer for this.  I didn't ask Big J what they talked about, he offered up the information.  The only thing I asked was anyone asked about Little J's birthday.  It always seems to get forgotten, and I know it hurts his feelings.

So, that's what's happening.  Douche continues being a douche.  More at 9!

I hope to catch up with y'all tonight.  Oooh, and I'm trying a new "signature" thing.  Not sure if I'll keep it, but I thought it might be nice.  Smoochies!

8 Responses to “Is It Really Wednesday Already???”

  1. 1 The Dish September 23, 2009 at 8:38 pm

    I am so mad about the whole Little J thing. It makes me want to freaking hurt people. Bastards!

    I think you need to text Douche at 3 a.m. his time and tell him that all plans for the summer trip go through you, not the boys. And remind him that his younger son has a birthday coming up soon. Douche!

  2. 2 Ron September 23, 2009 at 9:00 pm

    The little J thing does totally suck. I guess all you can do is try to remind the Douche about Little J’s birthday and do whatever is in your power to make it a good day for him whether or not Douche does the right thing.

  3. 3 Evil Twin's Wife September 23, 2009 at 9:40 pm

    I would send him a text – start off friendly “Congrats on your promotion!” Then, ask about the Alaska plans and throw in “BTW, it’s Little J’s bday on XXXX, don’t forget!” Add a smiley face. LOL.

  4. 4 Vinomom September 24, 2009 at 12:43 pm

    What a douche ! I am shocked that he felt the need to text you that info. Isn’t that a bit inappropriate? Why would he think you cared at all? And telling the kids about possible plans w/out consulting you? Not cool. Lady H’s dad does this sometimes too.

    Anyways poor Little J -make sure you text Douche and remind him about the bday for Little J’s sake.

  5. 5 Sarcastic Bastard September 24, 2009 at 4:08 pm

    I like your new signature. It’s zippy, yet elegant, goddammit.

    Sorry that some men are douches. It wasn’t my design though. It was faulty work on the creator’s part.

  6. 6 mumma boo September 24, 2009 at 9:52 pm

    Douche indeed. There’s no excuse for “forgetting” about Little J’s birthday. Grrrrrrr……

  7. 7 Ginger Magnolia September 25, 2009 at 1:35 pm

    Dish – Sing it, sista!

    Ron – I will definitely try.

    ETW – Haha, smiley face? Or kissy face? Which one do you think would get a quicker response?

    Vinomom – He is the weirdest person. If I text him something about the boys, he’ll never answer me, but he wants me to know that he got a promotion. Fucker.

    Sarcastic Bastard – It is quite faulty.

    Mumma Boo – No, there isn’t, and yet it happens.

  8. 8 lola September 25, 2009 at 3:55 pm

    Ooh, that’s just so awful. I’d follow ETW’s advice on that one, at least for Little J’s sake.

    I love your signature!! I wanted to have one on my blog, but I couldn’t figure out how to do it and gave up.

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