Pink eye, my ass
So, sperm donor is supposed to get visitation with Kynlee on alternating Saturdays from 8:00am to 5:00pm, right? Before I go further, let me clarify by stating that I do not look forward to these days. I do not like her being with him. I think she will gain nothing from him, ever, except disappointment and disgust as she gets older. However, they are court ordered, so I guess I have to follow the law. Anyhow, Richie and I have kind of started a habit of using those Saturdays as "sleep in" and "go to the movies" days. Today was no different. We actually stayed up too late last night with friends over, drinking and playing Monopoly, in anticipation of being able to sleep until noon tomorrow if we wanted (which we probably wouldn't be able to do anyways, considering "sleeping in" for us these days means getting up at 9 instead of 7) AND going to see the Dark Knight, which we had been waiting all week to see. So I wake up in time to get Kynlee dressed, fed, changed, hang out with her a bit before she has to leave. Then, what do ya know? Get a phone call at, oh, about 8:06am, from guess who? "Um, I'm not gonna be able to pick Kynlee up today, I got pink eye."
What the fuck ever. You know, if you're going to go out drinking the night before, why don't you just let me know THEN that you won't be picking her up the next morning? The divorce/custody agreement that we signed agrees that he is supposed to give 24 hours notice if he's not going to make his visitation. So I get a negative 6 minute notice. Awesome. Thanks. Again, to clarify, not that I'm upset about spending the day with Kynlee, just that he is so god damned self-righteous, he just comes and goes as he pleases and leaves me to clean up his mess. Still. I'm not your damn wife anymore! If you can't get her, how about you pay for a fucking babysitter because maybe I already had plans? Ok, except I would never do that, because I'm secretly happy that he's not getting her. Ugh. It's all so messy.
Anyway. Whatever. We hung out, we all took naps, Mom babysat while we saw the Dark Knight. We bugged Kayla up at Cotton Patch and Kynlee made new friends. She loves other babies. Loves loves looooooooooooves them. Wants to put them in her pocket and bring them home with us loves them.
Now I'm home with Kynlee. Richie's in Dallas playing poker. I can't remember the last time I had the night to myself. Friends want me to meet up with them downtown, but it honestly doesn't sound that appealing right now. I've almost forgotten what kind of things I did pre-baby. Watched tv? Read? Took baths? I suppose I could do some of those. Or I could just continue sitting her on my chaise, reading through random LJ entries. I don't know why I like reading about other people's lives so much.
What the fuck ever. You know, if you're going to go out drinking the night before, why don't you just let me know THEN that you won't be picking her up the next morning? The divorce/custody agreement that we signed agrees that he is supposed to give 24 hours notice if he's not going to make his visitation. So I get a negative 6 minute notice. Awesome. Thanks. Again, to clarify, not that I'm upset about spending the day with Kynlee, just that he is so god damned self-righteous, he just comes and goes as he pleases and leaves me to clean up his mess. Still. I'm not your damn wife anymore! If you can't get her, how about you pay for a fucking babysitter because maybe I already had plans? Ok, except I would never do that, because I'm secretly happy that he's not getting her. Ugh. It's all so messy.
Anyway. Whatever. We hung out, we all took naps, Mom babysat while we saw the Dark Knight. We bugged Kayla up at Cotton Patch and Kynlee made new friends. She loves other babies. Loves loves looooooooooooves them. Wants to put them in her pocket and bring them home with us loves them.
Now I'm home with Kynlee. Richie's in Dallas playing poker. I can't remember the last time I had the night to myself. Friends want me to meet up with them downtown, but it honestly doesn't sound that appealing right now. I've almost forgotten what kind of things I did pre-baby. Watched tv? Read? Took baths? I suppose I could do some of those. Or I could just continue sitting her on my chaise, reading through random LJ entries. I don't know why I like reading about other people's lives so much.