Last day of work. I’m using a nice chunk of Annual Leave so I can take 2 weeks off and spend much needed time doing nothing. I’m so lucky to have such amazing people in my life. Today, no less than 5 different co-workers brought gifts for LB and me.

I was even presented with an entire frozen turkey.

Rooferman left several messages on my phone mentioning something about “leaving town with his daughter during scheduled visitation days.” I promptly sent him a certified letter indicating that unfortunately he did not show up for mediation today and therefore was not present to discuss this issue. And since he recused the judge, we have to start from scratch again with our parenting plan. Currently there is no order stating what our parenting time is, and therefore I have every right to take our daughter for Christmas. Since he had her for Thanksgiving, I think this is a reasonable and fair that I should have her for the next holiday. I informed him that we will be back in time for a Christmas celebration with HIS side of the family where he is welcome to participate and spend the night with LB at his parents’ house.

I’m sure Blondie will open his mail and read the letter first. I’m sure she will have a lot to say about it, and eventually I will hear from Rooferman speaking in her voice. I’m thinking of shutting my phone off for the entire week.

I’m also thinking of spending my egg donation compensation on officially hiring Lawyerdude. I don’t know how much further my legal expertise will reach. I’m exhausted. I don’t know if I can stand another 2 months of this should-I-or-shoudn’t-I-what-stunt-is-he-going-pull-next insanity.

Twas the Week before Christmas

UPDATE: Rooferman called at the last minute and now we have an appointment for Mediation at 4:30 pm TODAY.  I should change his name to “nick of time.” Wish me luck. I feel ill.

I’m subbing all week in the big wig’s office, so I may be MIA for a while. Some notes on recent activities:

  • The Polar Express rocked. LB, being Miss “Running Commentary” stood up and yelled “WE”RE LEAVING!” when the train started backing up.
  • Court again this Thursday
  • Received a letter indicating our Judge has granted Rooferman’s motion to recuse. Our new Judge won’t even see us until February.
  • Rooferman was 2 hours late picking up the child on Sunday. He also couldn’t give me an address where he was staying at, but he tried to give me directions to a trailer park somewhere.
  • My gay friend is back in jail again. He’s been living in a halfway house for the last 3 years and seemed like he might actually make it out. His dad called and asked me to write a letter to the Judge in support, so I’ll be making a trip to the “La Plata Ramada” as the inmates call it.
  • Still haven’t sent Christmas cards.
  • Looking forward to seeing my sister and finally meeting her girlfriend next week.
  • What’s on your plate in preparation for Christmas/Hannukah/Other Holiday celebration?

Christmas Tree Euphoria

My 2nd post is up at Rocky Mountain Moms Blog. I have yet to be syndicated like the fabulous April did with this amazing post, but that’s ok.  We’re instructed to write about how the economy is affecting our holiday, so I’ll be attempting  a meaningful post soon.

LB and I bought our Christmas tree last night. This is the first time I’ve ever bought a tree from a lot. In the grand tradition of  cheap hard-core, Colorado hippies, my family always buys a permit from the forest service and we hike through BLM land to cut our own funky-looking tree. 

Last year, the culmination of Rooferman dropping us like a bad habit, the post-egg donation sickness and the move-in to my first apartment left me devoid of any Christmas spirit. I managed to hang a stocking and display my child’s artwork, but a tree was beyond my emotional, mental and physical capabilities.

This year, we are in full Christmas swing. My wonderful boss has purchased us tickets to ride the Polar Express. LB’s godmother also happens to work for the train, so she’s tagging along for free, and bringing Auntie JL. As for the Christmas Tree, the thought of trudging through the high country accompanied by a very unhelpful (but extremely eager) 2.5 year old, did nothing to inspire me. So I joined the rest of the consumers and bought a semi-attractive tree for less than $30.

Now my house is fully enveloped in the delicious aroma of Douglas Fir. LB witnessed her mommy literally stick her face in the tree branches while choosing which tree to purchase. My Gemini child now regards her Pisces mother with slight apprehension. She already thinks I’m crazy and I didn’t even have to wait till teenhood!

Seriously, can I forever inhale this aroma? Maybe its only this good because it comes once a year. Maybe the association with Christmas makes it that much sweeter. I can’t believe I deprived myself of this smell last year!  If a man walked by me smelling like conifers, I would probably turn on my heel and follow him off a cliff.  Maybe I am crazy, but just smelling a Christmas Tree sends me into a drug-like euphoria.

The space in my apartment may be closing in with the addition of the tree, but I would swap living area for the high of being near this smell any day. Jenn caught this VERY early this year. I think its official. I’ve been bitten by the Christmas Bug. I even decorated my office (and I HATE doing this, because its just assumed that its the secretary/receptionist/admin assistant’s responsibility).

In other news, I talked to Mr. Mediator today and asked if Rooferman had called to schedule an appointment yet, since we return to court again next Thursday (holy s***). Rooferman has NOT contacted him. Mr. Mediator commented on how shoddy this was for him to wait until the last minute, and I should NOT cover his ass and schedule this FOR him. He told me when my daughter’s father gets his act together and actually calls him, he will be happy to mediate. I immediately sent a text message to Rooferman, informing him of the situation and that THIS NEEDS TO HAPPEN SOON. So we’ll see if he did anything when I pick up LB tonight.

I guess we’ll also see if he offers to drive her home again tonight.

To answer Karma’s comment: LB has been telling me some things. Mostly that “Daddy angry. Daddy mad at me. I cry. I fall down.” Of course when I asked Rooferman about this, he says he doesn’t know what she’s talking about.

I hope he gets coal in his stocking for Christmas.

Flat Iron Christmas

Guess what came in the mail last night, complete with its own snazzy metallic shoebox and sleek carrying case? Ooh its so pretty, and doesn’t fry the crap out of my head like the toaster-like hair straightener I owned in college. Ah Memories of burning hair. Add that to the ever-present aroma of microwave popcorn and sex, and boy oh boy did I love coming home to the dorms.

LB keeps saying “DO MY HAIR! DO MY HAIR!” Poor child. Maybe by the time her senior prom rolls around we can share a bonding flat iron moment. Until then, she might as well belong to Hairclub for Men.

Thank you so much for the amazing present, Ms. Single Santa Mama. The 30 day lapse between winning the award and special delivery only made this whole thing even sweeter. WOO HOO!