She just gets overly sappy sweet with SS when we drop him back off -- she refuses to acknowledge our presence in any way so she pretends she can't see us or hear us if we try to engage face to face conversation with her in regards to the care of SS11. Only communicates through texts after we've driven away.

I don't go on pick up/drop offs ever. EVER. I highly recommend it.

At first she used to try getting him to "come inside, have a snack" then it was "oh, can you just help fix this curtain rod?" Then she just started sending skid out the door as soon as she saw his car. I guess she figured out he didn't want none of that anymore

I dont go to drop off's either, but I'm told by SO and his mother (who occasionally does pick up's that BM carries SD (5 nearly 6yo) to the car and buckles her in, makes a fuss about SK'sSD's belongings "she had xyz her bag" and then takes 5 smothering SD with kisses and telling her how much her heart will be sad without her blah blah.

I'm a mother to and I have to part with kids, but I find ^^^ OTT, sickening and self serving.

But I'm glad that's all that happens at drop off's since I've heard worse from this site

Before drop offs were court ordered to be at our home, she would keep SS locked in her car until DH gave into whatever demand she wanted for that week or just to argue. Now she's fine with the exception of once wearing see-through mesh shorts.

The skids are both short for their age. One will be in seventh and the other starting HS and she still puts her hands on her knees and bends down so she's face to face and then talks in a high pitched sing-song voice to them as if they are four. DH and I are waiting for one of them to snap.

PU/DO take place at a gas station. Bm and dh now just stay in thier cars and ss13 will walk from car to car. Sometimes Bm will get out and go into the gas station. She is all "dolled" up and she walks trying to shake her bottom (she's 300 lbs).

When ss was younger, PU/DO were a nightmare. Bm would bring her Boyfriend with (the one she cheated on dh with) and he would just randomly threaten to kick dh ass.

Oh man did BM try to manipulate everything when we had PU/DO at her house.

First she screamed at DH (she never "talked" to him, it was always screaming) that she didn't want the skids walking alone from the door to the car and he had to come to the door to get them (all of 15 feet within view of both the door and the car). He did.

Then she would never have the skids ready and try to get him to come inside. She always had SOME excuse to try to entice him in. He never did go in. I think he knew I would have left then and there!

Then DH found out that the skids would take garbage out by themselves (longer than the walk to the car AND out of sight!) so he informed BM that they could manage to walk to the car.

So then she turned her focus onto me. I had to drive because DH didn't have a license at the time. She screamed at DH that SHE is not allowed to park in HER driveway. I could understand that. So I parked on the street in front of the house. All that did was make the skids have to walk an extra 10 feet or so.

THEN she screamed that I was not allowed to park in front of her house on the street! When DH informed me of that tidbit, I just laughed and laughed. I told him to tell her go ahead and call the cops (she was always threatening cops). The street was public and I am allowed to park where ever the hell I felt like it off her property!

Then she deemed that I was unfit to drive the skids and she would only let them go with if DH was driving (she knew perfectly well he didn't have a license). I rolled my eyes mightily at this most every time but DH would have us switch spots about a block before BM's house and switch back after we got the skids and rounded the corner.

The next thing you know (and I still have no idea what prompted this), she came lumbering out onto her front lawn just screaming at us - red faced, eyes bulging, spittle flying, neighbors gawking. We all sat in the car with our own eyes bulging out and jaws dropped. The skids didn't say a WORD for at least an hour after that, they were so freaked out.

Whatever she was trying to accomplish with that outburst backfired on her. That was the straw that made DH listen to me and go to court to get a set schedule etc. added to the CS order. He also asked for (and was granted) a No Contact Order and the judge also had them do PU/DO through a 3rd neutral party which happened to be the place where they did supervised visitations. So, not only did she get cut off from her whipping boy, she also had to get off the couch and TAKE the skids somewhere for exchanges as well as grab them again on Sundays.

I am very happy to say that I have never participated in pickups or dropoffs, but I do know that every time skids come back from a weekend at BM's, SS11 has a load in his pants. Every.Time.