Happily pushing the redo button.

• 11:53 Training my temp and counting down to maternity leave. #
• 19:08 Just found out that Dipshit bought himself a new car. Cuz he deserves it, right? #

• 08:09 Today's the 14 year anniversary of one of the most colossal mistakes I've made in life thus far. #
• 15:14 My son got a 97% on his English project. Highest grade in the class! #

• 10:17 I’ve gained 4 pounds. Baby weighs 3 pounds, 10 ounces. Hmmmm. #
• 13:06 Eventually, all good cliques must come to an end. ::dance of joy:: #
• 14:16 LOL, just mailed out a bunch of medical bills with Simpsons postage stamps. #
• 19:39 Passive Aggressive Moron is now circumventing me and planning visits through his son. #

• 11:16 Realtor reports that my house will close next week, after a year on the market. Sadness mixed with relief. #
• 14:12 Dear Clueless Rep: Thanks for getting me a cake that I couldn’t eat. And for singling me out with your “special” diabetic cookies. #
• 14:12 And for bringing up my pregnancy. Way to make everyone feel uncomfortable. #
• 14:57 And BTW, Ms. Busybody, I don’t believe for one second that my pregnancy is news to you. #

• 08:45 So happy about the 4 mi backup that tacked 25 minutes onto my commute this morning. #
• 15:52 Now placing bets. Who thinks my ex is REALLY gonna pick the kids up an hour early this afternoon? #
• 21:05 Picked up my dress; hired a DJ & photographer. #

• 07:21 This waking up @ 4 am business? Yeah, it sucks. #
• 12:26 The ONE day I decide to get the salad bar for lunch, they're out of almost everything and the guy ahead of me is a "picker" and a "poker." #
• 14:56 Tribunal says they sent paperwork to local church on Feb. 18. Church says they have no record of receiving it. I'm totally frustrated. #
• 15:52 #followfriday @asktweeters @twi5 @twit_tools @HootSuite @Twilert @Twitlonger @PrettyTweet @twtpoll @TwitdomUpdates #
• 17:54 Haircut, here I come. #

• 16:17 The ex says he's going to our daughter's dance class Thursday, even though he knows my parents will be there, too. Oy. #

The kids have Tae Kwon Do and dance after school three days a week. They share a bag, which I pack the night before with uniforms, shoes, etc. Then the bag sits in a locker at daycare all day, and when their father picks them up, he takes the bag and they change at their respective activity sites.

Last night I go to pack up my daughter’s dance bag, like I do every Wednesday night. First problem: no bag. I spend several minutes searching for it, and then my son tells me that the bag is at daycare. Um, why? Because he didn’t go to TKD last night. Excuse me? Yeah, his father decided to take him to the library instead to work on a school project. OK, fine, but I should have been informed. Whatever.

T-shirt. Check. Shorts. Check. Shoes. Hmm. Shoes? Look in the hall closet. Look in the bedroom closets. Look under tables, couches, chairs. Look in the kitchen. No shoes.

My daughter says they’re in the bag, which is at daycare. My son says they can’t be in the bag, because the bag is empty. Then it occurs to my daughter that they could be at dance school. I give up and go to bed.

Next thing I know, my son is knocking on my door telling me that his father wants to speak to me right now. Huh? Yeah, he called his father to see if the shoes are in his car. I call my ex husband and he immediately launches into a tirade. He assumes that I told my son to call him. Oh, it’s on. The verbal missiles are flying from both sides and the funny thing is, we seem to agree on one point: a 10-year-old should not be taking on the role of a father, reprimanding his younger sister. But maybe if these kids had a real father, my son wouldn’t find it necessary to act like an adult.

P.S. This morning at daycare, we located the bag. It’s in the locker and it’s not empty; it contains a rumpled TKD uniform. No shoes, however. She can dance in socks, I guess.



=====EDIT 10:47 AM=====
The ex just e-mailed me and offered to pay for new shoes. The man is a mystery wrapped in a riddle.