I agreed to let the Ex have his daughter for an overnight this weekend. He’s only done 2 in the last year, so I figured I would acquiesce his request. 32 hours later, LB came home looking like a war orphan. She had a glue of Oreos and ice cream embedded in her hair. Her face was smudged with dirt and food. She was wearing the same pair of clothes I sent her in, except now they are soaked in urine and feces. She has a scab on her knee, and is in the worst possible mood a toddler could muster. She probably had gone to the dark side about 3 hours before he dropped her off, and I was getting the glorious culmination of a dirty, smelly, hungry, exhausted 2 year old.
His response when I asked if she had eaten anything for dinner?
“Oh yeah, she had a corn dog.”
MutherF***er. He dropped her off 2 hours late, and couldn’t even pick her up himself. I got to deal with Blondie the girlfriend instead. When LB said “I want my daddy,” she replied tartly, “Well your daddy is late, cause that’s just what he does.”‘
OOOOH snap. Welcome to my world, Honey. And it wasn’t even ME bad-mouthing LB’s dad in front of her. I like her more everyday.
Him? Well, he can just continue to keep shooting himself in the foot. I took pictures of her filthy state, her disgusting clothes. I also have about 15 or so witnesses, cause you know, its the projects and we air-condition-less folks hang out on the front porch concrete slab when its 90 degrees.
What a crappy way to end an otherwise perfectly awesome weekend.
How was your weekend? Are you glad its August?