Was running a bit late this morning so only got to see D1 for a few minutes. She wasn't paying attention to the daycare worker calling her, so I called out her name and she came running to me. I held her for a few minutes, and then put her in her high chair so she could eat some toast.

Last night I had a few dreams about W... I just don't see myself capable of reconciling at this point. I'm generally pretty good about letting slights to me roll off my shoulders... but when it comes to my children I have a long memory.

Part of me wants to tell W exactly what I think about her right now... but I figure that part can wait until after the D is complete. I'm just angry at the entire situation really...

I'm snapping this morning at the kids... don't like to... just don't like the way things have gone. 34 days, 55 minutes until trial as I write this.

Still she hasn't even picked her psychologist for the psychological evaluation (her attorney has had the resumes for 20 days), hasn't provided discovery information, hasn't shown up for deposition...

Quite frankly I'm not sure if W has participated since the first hearing in March. Which is extremely dumb legally speaking.

"You can't reason someone out of a position they didn't reason themselves into."