Mediation Monster

Halloween was fun. LB was surrounded by adoring grandparents, aunties and friends as we hiked for miles around the freezing cold neighborhood. As was to be expected, she was hopped up on candy until about 9:30, when she passed out in the car on the way home. Then the demon revealed itself when I tried to get her into bed. It was a good time, and it made me realize how many amazing people I have to love my daughter and support me.

Rooferman drama was not fun. Saturday, I sent him a certified letter letting him know that I had consulted a mediator and that we could meet with him about our parenting plan on Tuesday before court (since this was obviously what the court wanted). He called and left a very angry message saying I should have consulted him on the date and he wasn’t going to be able to make it. I did NOT call him back, knowing nothing good would come of it. Instead I sent him a text message asking him if 6:00 pm would be better than 5:30.

He then proceeded to send me a flurry of enraged, hateful text messages, telling me to “cut the s***” and “stop playing kids’ games” and “I will see you back in court.” He even went so far as to say that “He has a family” and he couldn’t change his plans for that night.  I told him his daughter is his family too.

Now I just need to figure out how to print text messages from my cell phone before Wednesday. The nice man who agreed to mediate us (he’s also a family counselor) told me to come anyway and if Rooferman doesn’t show, he can “focus on me”. Maybe he can tap every meridian point in my body. 

I can’t wait to go back to court.