BM sure is rocking the MOTY lately.
Last week, shockingly, she picked the skids up 2 days early because she didn’t have work and thought it’d be better for them to be with her than for FDH to have to pay a babysitter. That’s about the sanest thing she’s said or done in the last year. He packed them off and there they’ve been. His week starts tonight, and he hasn’t heard anything from her regarding the exchange. Usually she drops them off home but she’s been having transportation difficulties lately. He needed to know if she was dropping them off or if he needed to pick them up, which would prove difficult since I was in a car accident a few weeks ago that totaled my car (we have had no time to car shop – hopefully this weekend!) and we’re down to one vehicle.
Anyway, he called BM several times – she didn’t answer. He texted – she didn’t answer. So he called skid1, who said that he didn’t know where BM was, there were no cars at the house, and he was “afraid to knock on her door to see if she was in her room because he didn’t want to get yelled at.” Sigh.
Oh, and skid1 told FDH that BM got “really, really drunk” last night. Quality parenting for sure.