STBX called this morning. I answered and immediately put kids on speakerphone. They talked for a while with D4 told her about us planting flowers the other night. I started to say goodbye and asked if I could drop off kids at 3pm. In response, STBX commented that I didn't have the kids much this weekend because I had to work yesterday. She asked if I had plans and I told her that I did but later that evening. I told her I would love to have the kids for a bit longer and agreed to drop the kids off at 5pm instead.
I felt like this was a bit odd because I normally drop the kids off around 3 but I know that STBX has had some disagreements with MIL recently, so whatever. I will make the most of it.
Still had no concrete plans with the kids for the day at this point. I decided to grab a quick breakfast and take the kids to an indoor playground for the morning. We were there for around three hours and we were having a blast. Unfortunately, D4 was running with a toy and injured herself. The toy poked her on the roof of her mouth and she was bleeding.
After we left the indoor playground, I decided it was best to call STBX to notify her of the injury to D4 and to get her nursing perspective. STBX wanted to see the injury in person so we decided to meet in the parking lot of a grocery store.
When she got there, I thought it odd that she had her make up on as she would usually be sleeping after work but I didn't think about this for long. STBX appeared agitated as any parent would be if their child was injured while under the watch of the other parent. STBX takes a picture of D4's injury and tells me she is going to send it to a doctor friend. Well, guess who she sent it to? Anybody? The OM of course. Then, she proceeds to call him to talk about the picture she just sent him. Her greeting to OM didn't sound like they hadn't spoken to each other in ages either.
I decided to move to the other side of the car and spent time with S1 while she was on the phone. I wasn't about to just stand there next to her while she talked with OM. But I also didn't think it appropriate to address this based on the present situation. I ignored it, kept a PMA, and we all went into the grocery store to get some medicine and popsicles for D4. I was holding D4 and just doing things to keep her spirits high.
We headed to our cars and I said that I would keep the kids until 5pm like originally planned. STBX did not protest. We loaded the kids in my car and gave them both popsicles. STBX points out the blood on my shirt and sympathizes with me that I had to deal with everything with the injury. Surprisingly, she gives me a hug and thanks for being such a good dad.
The most important thing is D4 will be fine. STBX will take her to the pediatrician in the morning just to make sure. It's a bummer that D4 got injured and it doesn't make me feel any better that she texted/called OM because of it. And to top it all off, she might have already had plans to go see him anyway (asking me to keep kids later, already having makeup on).
Oh well, nothing I can do about it. Just need to continue being a rock star dad and keeping that PMA up by GAL'ing.
Me:35 W:30 D:4 S:1 Bomb: 01/08/15, discovered EA & PA In House Separation: 01/14/15 W moves out: 04/05/15 I tell OM's W about A: 04/15/15 W serves D papers: 06/19/15 Mediation: 09/16/15 D final: 12/01/15