I'll cliffnote the last two weeks:

BM was supposed to get SS11 from school on Thursday (two weeks ago. BM texts me Wednesday night that her "friend" whom none of us have ever heard of, including SS11 is going to pick him up while she's at work. That did not happen. BM cannot get in touch with friend to get SS a ride from our house so we can meet her. 7pm, 8pm, 8:45pm, BM calls to tell us that her friend that was supposed to pick SS up is drunk and refusing to give her house key back. BM said she was calling the police. I believe in the Tooth Fairy more than I believe that story, but seriously that's what you come up with? Friday comes, goes. Saturday is much the same. Mind you she's been telling this child she's going to have a birthday party Memorial Day Weekend for about a month now during her rare but wreaking-ball like phone calls. Sunday she said she'd pick him up at 11. 11:15, 11:30-12:45 she finally shows up. She then took SS11 out to dinner, to the zoo and then stayed the night in a male friend's hotel room after letting the kids swim in the pool. In the morning-she wakes up, goes to work and leaves the children with this male friend. Male friend contacts SS11's younger half-brother's father (Big N Tall) to come pick them up because BM did not tell him she was leaving or tell him she planned to leave the kids with him, Big N Tall calls my SO to find out if he knows what's going on and to let him know he has SS11. Mind you, we're totally cool with Big N Tall. He's a great guy. SS11 thought Big N Tall was his bio Dad until he was almost 4 because that's what BM told him (SO didn't know SS existed until he was about 4). So we call him "Daddy Big N Tall" because he is, BM in the picture or not. BM makes no mention of this ALL WEEK. SS talks about how next week Mom will probably have presents for him. SO finds out from Big N Tall that the man the children were left with told Big N Tall that he paid for dinner and the zoo and is slightly urked by BM. Later that night, BM is posting photos of her drunk self on FB which one of her "friends" comments "looks like a great way to celebrate SS's birthday". Bazinga-I think I like that chick.

In the meantime, SO and I's joint account is hacked and drained twice in 1 month. Great. How can this week get better-well let me tell you I got into a fender bender with a moose a few months back and my car insurance company was supposed to send me new cards-I have electronic notifications for everything else. Get what I thought were cards in the mail throw them in glove box. Finally get around to cleaning car-open envelope to get out insurance cards-it's a cancellation notice from my car insurance company stating that my insurance was canceled 18 days ago. Crap. Fix that-for SO at least, for me they want Proof of Insurance from everyone who lives at my Mom's house (current residence-renovating house next door) which is like 5 people. I decide to turn in my plates to avoid fine-I use my mom's spare car. Crisis averted. Right?

Tuesday Week 2: SS11's Birthday/CSE Meeting. Prior to SS11's CSE meeting MIL calls to let me know that SO's grandmother is in the hospital and will more than likely pass within the day. I harbor this information pending CSE meeting which BM is calling into-because she has a way of pushing SO's buttons with her existence. During meeting, BM asks if holding SS back would be beneficial to him. I want to scream "NO YOU STUPID *explicatives lots of explicatives* IT WOULD BE BENEFICIAL IF HE WENT TO SCHOOL ON A REGULAR BASIS DURING THE SCHOOL YEAR. Oddly enough, his teacher said he thought that might be a good idea. SS11's teacher is a Ding Bat. At the last meeting, Ding Bat couldn't even tell us what support services SS11 had in his IEP and SS is 1 of 6 SIX children in this class-so he might as well pound salt. CSE Chair reminds everyone that retention ins not an "intervention" and recommended summer school. NOW because BM could not get her sh*t together during the school year and get SS where he needed to be when she had him, HE has to suffer and go to summer school. Needless to say, it wasn't the best meeting. You could cut the tension with a knife.

Post meeting-I immediately break bad news to SO because we might not have much time to get to hospital. Get BD to daycare and go to hospital where we spend the majority of the day. I leave to get SS's birthday gifts and pick him up to bring him to dinner. We postpone promised movie. Instead, we went out to dinner, did cake and presents, got the kids settled and SO and I went out to check on his gram (my mom stayed with the kids). No developments with gram either way. We go home.

Next day: Wake up-get the kids going take BD to Daycare. On the way home from Daycare my car drives itself into oncoming traffic. I jerk it back into my lane, trying to figure out what the hell just happened, I begin to smell burning and see smoke. Checking my gauges, I try to figure out if that smoke is coming from my car when a shotgun-like sound goes off in the cab. The suspension of the car gave way sending the strut assembly through my tire which is what sent me flying into the other lane a few moments ago. Call SO. Can't get SO. Call my gram who goes to find SO who is running out of the house because BIL just called to tell him his gram is actively passing and he needed to get out there now. I'm on the side of the road, my phone dead when SO comes up like a bat out of hell shaking in a puddle to give me his phone and check out my rig. I try to calm SO down enough to drive, he puts the donut on the car so it can be towed and then I sent him on his way. He leaves his phone so I can call a wreaker. SO missed his gram by 15 minutes.

This weekend, BM calls on Friday to say she's not getting SS and not even going to try. Whatever don't care. Stupid me scheduled my file audit on Monday and I'm working my toosh off ever spare moment this weekend. Go to SO's gram's memorial service (she donated her body to science) get home, find out after 2 sleepless nights my audit has been moved to Thursday.

Then tonight I got into it with an overly selfish Bridesmaid in my best friend's wedding. She keeps it up she'll boof that bouquet by the time the week is out. #boofthebouquet

Thanks for letting me rant.