This night did not turn out the way I had hoped. I usually fly by the seat of my pants with this blog. I sit down and just spit something out, but today was different. I took pictures. I had a plan. In fact, I had two different posts I was toying with. Which one to do? Well the answer is, not either fucking one. You see, I had the pictures and the basic concept, but I hadn’t written anything. I wait and do that on the fly. BUT….I need a fairly clear head and some focus to write something creative. Usually, after the baby goes to sleep I start to write. BUT…………………………………
First: The ex comes to pick the kids up and says he needs to talk to me privately. He starts with: “I don’t really know how to say this.” Then he proceeds to tell me that his estranged wife, who left him over the summer is having an affair. I laugh, because I can’t help myself and say, “How can she be having an affair if you aren’t together?” This is when he gets really irate and says, “We aren’t legally separated!” AND…..being the compassionate person that I am, then said, “You of all people shouldn’t care about that.” So I’m wondering why the hell he told me this. I don’t give a shit. Perhaps he thought I could relate since it happened to me. Oh…let me think, with him. What a dumbass!
Second: The kids get dropped off at 8:15 p.m. and still had homework to do. After a lot of crying and yelling, that would’ve brought the police by if we lived in an apartment, their work was finished at 10:00 p.m.
Thirdly: My brain was toast after all that, and I began stress eating. I had some chips and a bowl of pasta with butter that I finished about five lines back. I’m enjoying my one of several beers and hoping no one wakes up……EVER.
I’m toasting myself to a better tomorrow.
Articles of Absurdity 
On the bright side, you were able to communicate your day quite humorously! 😉 What a pain about the ex-husband. Pretty delusional to think he could get sympathy over that…
Enjoy your evening, or what’s left of it!
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I don’t know what he was thinking….apparently he wasn’t.
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Dumb fucking ass clown! I’m glad you laughed. How could she do that to him?! Can he say . . . karma? I’m going to stop, so you don’t have to delete this comment.
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I couldn’t agree more. What a piece of work!
I highly doubt I’d have to delete one of your comments, but you must have some really good shit to say if you think I might. Sounds like you need to be a guest blogger one day.
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Oh, honey. LOL God, I remember days like that (sans the discussion with the ex. We never spoke unless it was mandatory). Poor baby girl. Hope those beers were delicious, and that the pasta gave you a good buzz! (one of my favorite comfort foods).
I don’t know what happened with you and the ex, but from the little I’ve read in this post, I have a feeling that if I were you, it would have been hard for me not to say, “Karmas a bitch, isn’t it you asshole?” 🙂
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Chips, pasta, beer…..total carb carvings. It was all wonderful.
I could write a blog entirely based on my ex (I’m sure many of us could.) and all the stuff he has said and done since the divorce. We live in the same neigborhood and there always seems to be issues regarding him and the kids, so we talk more then I’d care too.
You know….when we were married, I found out he sent a picture of his penis to someone over email. I found the picture….sent it to his mother and advised that he shouldn’t send such tiny things out to the world.
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