Good Saturday to everyone, I am having an extended weekend together with d18 and s13. Yesterday I took them to a large indoor amusement park. Today and tomorrow we are staying over at my parent's house while they are away.
Work is going well, I am involved in a litigation case that is keeping me busy. I am also representing a friend pro bono who in the middle of a divorce violated a restraining order. The hearing is at the end of the month.
With that said, let me journal about my interaction with W this past Thursday. We both were at s13's baseball game which meant we had an extended time near each other.
W was pms so do not take this interaction as what W normally says. But she was frustrated with both d18 and s13, and their not keeping her condo as clean as she would like. When s13 stays with W, he has some friends who he plays basketball at a nearby basketball court with for several hours during the day, so he is out. Yet W continues to blame him for all of the mess in the condo. W wants:
- to send s13 to military school; - beat him; - send him to spend time with a couple of the more mean family members to whip him into shape; - feels that since she only wanted the oldest 3 children (I wanted our 4th, s13), that she should now be done parenting and I take over from here (I commented parenting is a lifetime job).
D18 mentioned that she wanted to get a job at a coffee chain near W's place. W laughed when she heard this, saying she would never actually get out and apply for the job. I tried to turn the "Debby Downer" convo, and mentioned what a brilliant child d18 is, her recent straight 'A' report card, and the strong faith she has (she is like me in this). And W snorted saying that a strong work ethic is way more important. I agreed that a strong a strong work ethic was important but d18 was still amazing.
When W wasn't complaining about the children, she was fixated on her phone. I don't think she was interacting with other men, b/c she would tell me things like a joke someone emailed her ("Don't ask a woman who is eating a quart of ice cream how she is doing.")
So as W was looking at her phone I started up a convo with an attractive blonde sitting on the other side of me who was a real baseball fan. (She is married, and so unavailable.) I complemented her on how well she encouraged the boys, and her proper use of baseball lingo, etc.
Amazing! 2 innings of this and W put her phone away for good.
It was a beautiful evening, perfect weather, and s13's team won with a walk-off steal of home. It was very exciting, even with W's sour mood.
