As I posted in my blog, BM sent DH a text stating when she would be picking SS15 up and dropping him off on Mother's Day. There was no, "Does this work for you?" or any other common courtesy. Just her usual demand- this is what WILL happen. I expect you to bend to my will.

Nope!

DH didn't even respond. We waited to see what would happen and went about with our plans (a BBQ at my sister's place with Mom and Grandma. Fun time!). Sure enough, a text came in at 4:40 pm, ten minutes after BM's demanded drop-off time:

"I have been waiting outside your house for approximately TEN MINUTES. Unfortunately, you seem to have forgotten that I would be dropping SS15 off to you at 4:30. This is unacceptable, and so you will have to pick him up at my house."

Dh let her stew in her juices awhile, then texted back:

"I never agreed to your dropoff time of 4:30. If you had bothered to ask if that time would be convenient for me rather than make demands, I would have told you that it was not. I have no problem picking SS15 up at your place at my convenience. I'll give you a heads up when I'm about 15 minutes out."

BM is super pissed by this time, as shown by her next text. She's stopped spelling properly and using big words, and resorted to the fearsome ALL CAPS (gasp!):

I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU READ OR DID NOT READ INTO MY TEXT TO ASSEUME IT WAS A DEMAND. I MERELY SAID WHEN I WOULD BE PIKING UP AND DROPING OFF MY SON. (Um, that sure looks like a demand to me.) YOUR LACK OF AFFECTIVE COMUNICATION IS NOT MY CONSERN!!!

Alrighty, then! DH didn't respond.

We enjoyed our Mother's Day, then DH went to pick up SS15. He texted BM to give her 15 minutes' notice. When he got to the ghetto, BM, SF, SS15 and Faux were outside (which they NEVER are), and made a big show of sharing hugs all around and yelling loud enough for all to hear, "I luuuuuuuurv you, SS15. I luuuuurv you soooooo much! I'll miiiiiss you with allllll my heart, Baybeeeeee! Byeeeeee! Byyyyyeeeeeeee!!" (This from the woman who honestly doesn't give a shit about SS15.)

DH wanted to hurl. After he got home, DH got another text.

"Oh, and bye the way, I don't want u texting me ANY MORE!!!! Email only!!!! I'M OUT!!!!"

(Read: "I'm five years old and you can't play in my sandbox anymore!" DH was laughing his ass off.)

Really, BM? Is that supposed to be punishment? DH can't text you anymore? Awww...he's heartbroken, I tell ya, truly heartbroken.

When DH asked about his day with Mommy and Company, he said BM was miserable all day. She kept bitching about how she was so broke and had no money to buy groceries or fix her car and it's sooooooo hard working two jobs, but they spent the day going out to lunch, going out for ice cream, mini golfing, riding the go-karts, and doing laser tag.

And Faux threw two full-on two-year-old tantrums (at almost TEN), complete with screaming, kicking, flailing, and hitting, because BM got to choose the lunch venue and not him, and the rest of the crew didn't let him win at mini golf.

BM hates her life. Obviously. DH is happy. The Karma bus is finally, FINALLY starting to roll. If she was happy, she wouldn't still be so invested in making things difficult for DH.

On a brighter note, I had a wonderful Mother's Day. DH and the boys bought me a Nook, which I've been wanting for a while now. And it was SS15's idea. I just thought that was nice.