Some days, I get skunked.
SKids with their dad this past week and this week (the bios are swapping alternating weeks to synch holiday costody), though we see these SKids twice every weekday.
Things were going OK, got home from work last night, DW was sore after her post-op PT, so I was Chef Java, and I picked up a nice bunch of goodies, including two lovely pork chops.
I used some dill-infused canola oil to fry up some potato cakes, made a salad, and was about to grill up the nice, thick butterfly-cut pork chops when Thing 1 texted DW to say her X had left the baseball field at the high school where he and a fiend were practicing.
Thing 1 said his dad dropped him off and when he returned, he asked his dad for 5 more minutes... then after 2 minutes, he sped off and texted he wasn't going to keep catering to him like this anymore or whatever...
So DW rushed up there to rescue Thing 1, and just like that, we had a dinner guest who would be spending the night. Unilateral decision, I had NO SAY.
Well, it is what it is... (as if it could be anything else?)
Later DW's X said he had told Thing 1 about 3 times to hurry up because he had a schedule to keep, etc, and he kept dragging his feet.
Now, don't get me wrong... This guy can be a wanker. But I know how Thing 1 can be, and I can totally imagine that kid doing just like his dad said. I can also totally imagine Thing 1 pouting to his mommie about how *there I was, minding my own business, being The Good Son, when TOTALLY, out of the blue, HHHHE started being a BIG MEANIE* - I know it because this wiener DID IT TO ME JUST A FEW DAYS AGO. He lied to his mom about something to cause strife in the house - and she ate it UP.
So there we were, DW and her sonsband and me as the third wheel. DW was so sore she couldn't help cook a thing, but damn howdy, she dashed to her truck to rescue Thing 1. And then, after dinner, I suggested how he could help by doing the trash, and DW agreed; so, when it was time to do the dishes, DW hopped up and said, "C'mon, Thing 1, let's go do the trash!"
And then... a family friend invited us to something, and DW, without really discussing it, jumped on it and committed us to it. "Wha-?" And before I could get another question in, she started arranging with her X to have the kids come back to our house TWO DAYS EARLY - AND THEN started arranging these kids to have sleepovers! All this happened in about an hour, and I was completely left out of the discussion. Serves me right for being Chef Java during the teleconference - Never before, have I felt MORE like the hired help than today.
I don't have problems with the SKids. I have a SWife, and I'm a Half-Husband or something else. Ugly, I'm getting pretty chafed about it these days. It's time for a sit-down with her about this...