I wish I could say I couldn't have predicted this level of insanity.
I can't even recount here the depths of the insanity. At 2 in the afternoon, the b*tchiest nastiest sassiest other-really-obscene-word-for-female-genitalia-iest message you've ever seen. At 7, polite contrite cooperative.
Whoa, Nelly.
STBXMRSSP announced -- declared, really -- that, contrary to our pre-existing agreement, she will not be able to pick our children up from school twice a week.
As you will recall, as part of the overall GALing I picked up an adjunct teaching job at Crosstown University for this semester. That class ends at 5 p.m. At that hour, the drive to the Rancho de Smiley's Person is, in Coastal City, approximately 2 hours. School district child care ends at 6. Do the math.
This means I will have to notify tomorrow (Monday) Crosstown University that the class will have to be canceled, owing to the falling-through of my child-care situation. So that's $10 large down the proverbial toilet.
STBXMRSSP also announced that she intends to seek less custody of the children overall, as the already-below 50% time she had previously indicated a desire for now is "just too demanding," what with her job situation.
This message is being transmitted, mind you, 12 hours after her return from a 15-day holiday funfest adventure and by a woman who managed no less than 9 weeks out of town -- "I had to escape the hell that is my life!" -- in 2009.
But finding time in which to care for the children is, apparently, "just too demanding."
