No More Babies

For Pepper, that is. She got spayed on Wednesday. She was still pretty logy Wednesday night but she was up and at ’em last night. We are going to have a hard time keeping her settled down until her stitches come out (10 days).

I don’t remember if I wrote that David decided Monday night that his mom wasn’t going to keep the kids this summer. (As in, starting the next day). He told me "You can just take off work Tuesday and deal with it." Well, there was no way I could take of work Tuesday (end of the month), plus, what kind of attitude is that?? So he told me that it was my decision, but if I decided to keep them with his mom, he wasn’t going to deal with her.

Tuesday she called me at 9 to ask what to feed them at lunch. Then she said that she had told David that we were supposed to provide their lunch. I kept listing things (chicken nuggets, hot dogs, sandwich) and she kept saying "Rebecca doesn’t like that." I said "Well just feed her cereal then." She said "For lunch?" I am probably not conveying how irritating the whole conversation was, at 9 am, while I’m at work, and especially since presumably she would be fixing lunch for herself and Willow anyway. I packed my kids lunches Wed & Thurs.

The reason David got mad at her was that she said she wouldn’t go by and check on Pepper during the day. We’ve never left Pepper alone for 8 hours, but David’s schedule this first part of the summer means that he’s gone from 7 – 3. So he asked his mom if either she could come over at 7, stay til lunchtime, feed the kids at our house, then take them to her house, or if he could bring them to her in the morning then she could bring them over at lunchtime & feed them and stay til he got home. She said no, that she wasn’t paid to watch Pepper. But then Tuesday she ended up going to our house (after she fed the kids lunch at her house) and staying til David got home.

Wednesday Pepper was at the vet. Thursday, I made sure to ask nicely if she could check on Pepper, since she hadn’t eaten anything for over 24 hours and that if she did eat something at lunch, to make sure she wasn’t going to get sick. So she took the kids over to our house around 12:30 (again, after she fed them the lunch I packed them, which – why did I bother?) but then she took the kids back to her house after Pepper ate. So David got home & she wasn’t there, and he apparently was pissed because he thought she was supposed to have the kids there. He apparently just decided that he wasn’t going to go pick them up. Problem was, he didn’t call her to tell her that, and he didn’t answer his phone when she was calling him. (He said she called him 19 times). She finally called me at 4:30 and when I couldn’t get ahold of him, I left work early to go pick them up. She was mad then, and she called me later that night to complain some more because she had errands she needed to do that she couldn’t do, blah blah blah.

So when David says he doesn’t want to deal with his mom, this is what he means. I don’t want to deal with it either. But I don’t particularly want to deal with him either (I mean, he just decided not to go pick up the kids??). Aaagh. They are a pair.