My husband and I both have our next latest round of dealings with former spouses via the court system. Both of the former spouses want money. They wish not to work to earn their daily bread.

I would love to be a housewife.

I don't believe housewives have anything easy. What they have is work they know is being shielded from the out world. They have the job of imparting character to the little ones that are the next generation of people trying to make things right in this world.

My ex spouse has no wish to have a job to support himself. He believes I OWE HIM, as the rest of the world OWES HIM. Today, I dropped my children off at his rental house. They couldn't get in, my eldest knew how to work a lock box placed upon their home, which is up for sale.

I got the decree wrrong today. I thought the schedule followed the usual MOnday, but it didn't. The parent who has MLK day has so by virtue of having the previous weekend with the kids. I screwed up, and delivered the boys to him this Monday believing it was by rights his day.

We woke their father up in bed at noon. I have a sense tehir father was not alone. I should have read the decree, it was just so much to get through Christmas and New Year's. It is such an strange and aborted parenting experience to parent half time, to hear little snippets of occurs in his house. Things they hesitantly share because they protect him. I never ask, I just tell them that whatever occurs here in this house they can talk about with him, and that whatever they share with me about that house will stay with me as much as they want it to.

I'm going to post this, and talk about the chit marks next.