This past weekend was about the last straw.

I haven't been dealing with the BMs for a while. I took a self imposed hiatus because it was too stressful.

This past weekend was probably the first weekend I've had to deal with any of them in quite a while. I packed SD11 up to go visit her mom for 8 weeks. It was stressful. SD11's BM2 is high conflict and career welfare. We were just in court with her a month ago, and she has been a total asshole since then, probably because DH got what he asked for and the judge handed her her ass in court.

BM3 is a nice person, and I make every effort to coparent effectively with her. Last week was DH's week with SD7, and she was picking up on Friday. Pickup time is supposed to be any time after 5pm (which is when DH gets off work).

She called him with a last minute change of plans on Friday and said that she was on the way to our house. He told her it wasn't a good time to stop by, and that he would bring SD to her when he got off work. She said "no problem" then drove straight over and banged on my door.

I was really nice, as I didn't want to cause conflict in front of the children, but I'm actually super pissed about this. This is my home and my sanctuary, and I'm sick of BM3's "all about me" attitude. I'm determined to keep this drama widely clear of my home this summer. He has until the weekend to come up with a solution and delegate it, or I will do it myself, minus the empathy he has for her because they share a child.