When at war, it's important to never, ever let your guard down. You may win a battle here and there, but don't ever think that's the end of it.
Over the last month or so, J-Fed has been playing nice. He's been on what could be constituted as his best behavior. On a few occasions, he's come close to showing traces of the old J-Fed. That got me thinking... I knew it was only a matter of time, and boy was I right.
I've noticed a change in the Fedster over the last week or so. Traces of the real J-Fed have begun to emerge. Well, it all came to a head yesterday. I guess it actually started on Saturday. J-Fed was supposed to take the girls Saturday night. Sure, he had them on Thursday night and Friday night, but he'd also missed some time here and there due to "work." Well, he brought them back to my house Saturday morning at dark o' thirty, some time right before 8 a.m.
The man-child was going go-carting for the day, which meant he wouldn't have the kids. That was fine. I was used to it. When we were married, I had both kids all weekend anyways since he never around. Why should it be any different now? It's not like he was really going to grow up after all this time.
Anyhow, I spent the day keeping the kids occupied under the assumption he'd pick them up some time after 4 p.m. And then came the call, as if I should expect anything less.
"I'm coming by to pick 6-year-old daughter up at 4. I'll take her to my mom's for a couple of hours. Then I'm bringing her back," he informed me.
"Dude, that wasn't the deal. You're supposed to take them both tonight," I told him.
"Look, I'm tired. Work with me. I need a night off," he whined.
I'm tired? Work with me? I need a night off? Is he for real? Seriously, I wanted to jump through the phone and kick him dead in the nuts with the hope he'd never be able to procreate again. I work with this "man" almost every day of the week. He has never once showed up according to schedule. It's either work or personal business, but sure as the sun always rises, mo fo ALWAYS has an excuse for not being here or there at the specified time. And it's always "work with me." Hearing those words makes me want to grab a pair of cutting shears and snip away at his tongue.