Quote From: anitablakeJust thought Id update people on how visits w/ Zack are, last week sucked. J couldnt be bothered to arrange the visit. According to the order his sister had 2 weeks to call me and find out the where and when, the date was already arranged. She called me the Sat. it was to take place, at the time it was supposed to take place and proceeded to cry and shout at me, nice.
Oh well, my lawyer pointed out that no one said this would be easy and that it wasnt too bad. He is right so fast forward to this weekend. J and his sis did show this time and on time.
Apparently he told my Aunt that he was in Narcanon, and Alanon, which pissed me off so much I could frickin spit. But the visit went well, Z doesnt seem to remember his dad, but who knows, he doesnt talk much, so who knows.
He did come back and was a holy fricking terror that day, but it couldbe been coincidence as he was pointing to where a tooth was busting out and crying "ow mumma" So next week he's not going to come for his visit because his sister is going out of town and he won't come unless someone drives him. nice. Apparently he's unaware of buses? Oh well, I suppose I should be thankful that he is bothering at all, even if it is filled with exuses, lack of accountablity and its so half assed I dont know whether to laugh, be releieved, angry or sad for my son. Only the future will say huh?
On one hand I hope that he does well, for Z's sake. But I also hope his dad messes up, also for Z's sake. Makes no sense I know, I suppose I just really can't conceive of J pulling up the boot straps.
I have been struggling with some guilt lately around these visits. It all started out with a comment my lawyer made to me. We were leaving the courthouse and he mentioned that he had an ex girlfriend who was a single mom and looked forward to visits so she could have a break. Honestly, I have no one. No one to babysit at all. A handful of times my bff mom has taken Z and that's it. Then this weekend I had to miss I party that I organised myself. The party ended up falling apart anyhow, but it was still dissappointing. Dont get me wrong btw, Im not complaining. I know Im a mom, I cant always go out drinking whenever I want, I get it. I have only been to 1 party since I got pregnant in Feb 2005. I want out of this house, I want quiet, I want to talk about tv shows, current events and RECENT case studies with actual adults and without having to say, "one sec, honey dont put your finger up your nose k?" I am so guilty about this, but..it would kinda be great if J were to shape up, (I have no expectations there). I could get more school work done, my house could be clean for at least a few hours I could go out, I could wear jewelerry w/o it being yanked on/off.
I am so sorry but I am so guilty-angry-burned-out. I knew being a single mom would be hard. I dont mind that. I just getting so frustrated.
I want to be able to:
- watch tv w/o having to squint to see judge judy through the sticky toddler fingerprints all over the screen.
- Clean one room and move on to a next w/o coming into the first and finding it exactly the same as before it was cleaned when Im done.
- Put Zack trucks on their shelf w/o hearing a full out tantrum.
- Watch something on tv that doesnt involve; clowns, squeeky voices, creepy animals, our dancing dinosaurs.
- Sit for 10 minutes straight w/o hearing a screeched "mumma!" and being dragged off the sofa.
- Takea nap w/o having blocks bruise my ribs because I rolled off a poptart to painfully find a stash of them hidden under the blankets.
- Drink until I forget how stressed I am by all the above mentioned trivialties.
Does this all make me a horrible mom/person. This has been bothering me so much, I must be such a terrible and weak person to be whining about these things. I just wish J was a good father. I just want a break sometimes. God...I miss my house not being sticky. *sigh*
I had to laugh about the tv clowns, squeeky voices and dancing dinos.
I've never been a single mother but I know just how you feel. Although it's been decades since my kids put their sticky fingers on things, just know that it doesn't last forever. It just seems like it...
Whether or not J gets his act together and starts behaving like an adult, YOU will survive this and Z will thrive. And, you can trust me on this, there will come a day in the not too distant future when you'll wish that Z was still stuffing poptarts under your blanket.
My husband was just mentioning this evening that he missed the days when our kids were little. His reason? It's just too quiet around here. He likes the madness. I think HE needs help!
Seriously, you will find peaceful moments. You'll learn to appreciate them when they come along.
peace and blessings
L.