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W.I.W.F!

forever2's picture

W.I.W.F! That's my new abbreviation, now that I am a SM. At least, its my abbreviation every other Friday. Wish It Wasn't Friday! We have him, the skid, EOW, which begins Friday, about 3pm, when he walks to our house from school. I sit at work, just imagining him in my head, walking home, opening the door, dropping all of his school crap and his soccer crap and his stinky shoes where ever they land. Opening the refrigerator looking for junk food, stuffing his face, tromping upstairs to plop down on the bed to play video games. I imagine that painting from The Scream, by Munch. That's me, losing my quiet, my privacy, my BF and my sanity. 7 days which feel like 7 years, counting the moments until Monday, and then when I live until Monday, counting the moments until Friday. Countdown starts now. W.I.W.F.

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mama_althea's picture

Greasy hands and cat torture and 7 years old...we really do have the same situation Wink

I've got an out of town conference this weekend (sorry to brag).

the_stepmonster's picture

LOL SD4 tries to ride my beagle like a house. My poor little pup is traumatized!

the_stepmonster's picture

Ah yes, the "we want our own part-time pet" nonsense. I had my dog back when I lived by myself. DH and I told them that if they help take care of my pup (refill her water bowl, let her out when she scratches the door, help give her a bath, etc.) they could have their own. Of course we are setting them up for failure knowing they will never come out of their own bubbles to help, but at least it's something we can hang out hats on.

the_stepmonster's picture

You are my new BFF. I'm also a CPA. I use a doggy door for my dog, but yes, training a dog takes a really long time. I would have to come home during lunch to let her out of her crate and she would eat all my shoes when I was at work. *Shudder* Yes, it doesn't seem like a new puppy is in our future.

Willow2010's picture

Not to poopoo on your parade any more than already…but…just wait until that boy gets a little older and wants to live with Dad. I am seeing that more and more. BM keeps the boys until they are 13-15 and then they get sent to daddy.

Happened to my DH and to a friend of mine. Then you will wish you had every other Friday back!! UGH! Sorry.

Doubletakex3's picture

True that. I had SD16 show up with two days notice and 5 suitcases. There went my life, and all my weekends for two painful years.

overit2's picture

Willow, it could be in some cases "they get sent to daddy" but often times it's because at that particular time boys really want/need their dads influence and authority and example on 'how to be a man' and they feel they don't get that from mom. Or they missed out on years of it, often it's the kids request, and IMO one that SHOULD be hear and valued at that age.

My friend raised her kids singlehandedly with little to no involvement from dad-so imagine her heartbreak when he announced he wanted to live with dad (he's the 'cool parent'), it's been several months and she misses him a lot, has cried, felt rejected, just wants her son around, she sacrificed a lot for him and now feels all those years are down the drain, they aren't! But she understands whats beneath his request, and the boy also doesn't like her guy (he's an ass). I try to reassure her her son may just plain need his dad these formative 'manly' years but it doesn't make it easier. Also a lot of times boys get often agressive and disrespectful over mom....sometimes a dad can keep them in line more if the mom cannot or is losing a handle on them (and it happens even with great parenting!)

I dont' know-I doubt my kids will want to ever live with the ex-BUT, if they become entirely out of hand for some crazy reason I won't hesitate to ask him to parent up a few years if they seem inclined....I doubt he ever would, too much work and all.

Willow2010's picture

Yea, I know...I guess my point is....I used to dread overy other week/ weekend and then he came full time (365) and then I missed every other week/weekend!! lol

forever2's picture

Ugh, now I feel even more crappy. The day that boy shows up with his suitcases to live with dad full time is the day I move out. No way. It is simply impossible to live with nothing to look forward to. Of course it is something I think about...in nightmares...when I wake in a cold sweat. BM is a total bitch, and skid will eventually realize who she really is, and even now that he is 12 and still a momma's boy, BM takes every opportunity to dump him on us, insist that we switch days and take extra. She would like nothing more than to send her kid to us full time. Add in the fact that BF is a Disney dad who buddies and never parents and is the always fun money source...yep, it isn't like I haven't envisioned that scenario in horror. I am collecting money, enough for a down payment if that day comes. For now, every other week still stinks. I envy the women with a rare weekend, or a few weeks in the summer with skids. I guess it could always be better and always be worse.