What a weekend! Just when I thought that it could all be smooth sailing on a kidless weekend….oh, no, no, no. I may have mentioned before that the ex works 24 on, 48 off (I get first childcare option on his weekend work days). The work shift this last weekend fell on Sunday. Okay, plans made to take visiting teacher/houseguest from remote “dry” (meaning no liquor allowed) village out for a night on the town Friday night. (Sidenote: Boy 1 participated in a cultural rural-urban exchange in the Alaska bush, he loved it, this last week was our turn to host.) Friday afternoon, I get an email from the ex stating, :“I am working tonight, per the parenting agreement you asked for, you are responsible for getting Boy 1 from school and to Really Far Away Meeting Spot Sat. morning at 8:30 am. Arrangements have allready been made for Boy 2 to overnite at a friend’s house which I will be taking care of.” Well, fine, I am nothing if not flexible. I make arrangements for Boy 1 to stay at Sister’s house overnight. Then I get to thinking, wow, that sucks that Boy 1 has to be dragged out of bed at 8 am to go to the Really Far Away Meeting Spot, just to turn around and come back to town at 11 am for the farewell to the Village People at the airport. Screw it. I KNOW it’s a violation of the parenting agreement, but you know what? The case is closed, Folks. Noone cares. There is no ongoing custody investigation, the judge could really give a shit at this point.
So I fire off this email around 9:30 pm:
“So that Boy 1 is not spending an hour traveling back and forth tomorrow morning, he can just stay here and catch a ride with Village Teacher to the airport where you can meet him, since you were planning on taking him to the airport anyways.
Before you start screaming about the parenting agreement, why don’t we just call it even for your scheduling a trip taking the boys on some of my custody days without checking with me first. (please note, he violates the parenting agreement all over the place)
Since I haven’t heard that you won’t be working on Sunday, I will plan on picking the boys up Sunday AM.”
Boy 1 happily goes to his Auntie’s house, Village Teacher and I happily partake of libations and live music until the wee hours. Come home at 3 am, wake up at 8 am, fetch Boy 1 and put him back to sleep on the couch. Go back to bed, set alarm for one hour. Phone starts ringing at 8:30 am. It is the ex, making like he never got the email. Ignore phone, drift off. Phone rings again, this time the Step-Mother, sounding all worried like on the answering machine, “Boy 1, it’s your step-mother. Your dad is waiting at the Really Far in BFE Meeting Spot.” Phone rings again. It’s the Ex. Again. I pick up (even though he has said I am never to talk to him again). “Where is my son,” he asks. I answer, “he’s sleeping. Did you get my email?” Which, of course he did. He hangs up. Then the freaking phone rings some more. It’s the step-mother… demanding to speak to Tony, whom she is convinced is awake. She wants to confirm airport plans (nevermind that there were FIVE phone calls the evening before about the same damn thing). I say, “Eleven, at the airport”. And she hangs up on me. THEN SHE CALLS RIGHT BACK!!!! I answer, ever so sweetly and as if I don’t see it’s her on the caller ID. AND SHE IMMEDIATELY HANGS UP!!! I know, I know. She’s 12.
I anticipate the retaliatory email all day. I am, in fact, breathless in anticipation! And I get… nothing? It’s actually a little disappointing. Then I get one. And it says, I work Sunday. Oh goody! Another early morning, rising at 7 am to drive 20 miles to B.F.E. Where I sit for 30 minutes. He’s a no-show, so I go back home to find this email:I decided to take some time off this morning. The boys will be available for you at the Really Far Away Meeting Spot at 4pm. Otherwise, they will remain with us uninterrupted for the remainder of our custody week. Jerk.
And then this email, which my mom was nice enough to forward. It wasn’t addressed to me, just to my mother and another close friend/caregiver. It’s the best….
On Saturday 4/12/08, Entire Legal Name took it upon herself to not return my son, Entire Legal Name of Boy 1, to me immediately following my work shift on my legal custody weekend. She did so with explanation only that it prevented travel time she personally deemed unnecessary. Half-assed single Mom assumed the legal right to dictate my son’s schedule during my legal custody time and took personal advantage of the transition that must occur to her house while I am on shift during my custody weekend.
Entire Legal Name broke the court-ordered parenting agreement by not returning my son to me at the court-orderded time and location and intentionally denied me legal custody time with my son.
Like my mother is going to spank me? Puh-lease. It’s been two years, and the Ex STILL doesn’t realize that she is so not on his side.
Good times, good times.