The skids are here. Man, the fact that I love FDH so frakking much is THE ONLY reason I put up with this shit.

BM was supposed to be signing the kids up for summer day camp. She did it last year, and asked FDH for his share of the deposit last week. No biggie, he gave it to her. He also gave her gas money because we were on vacation this week and even though we were home, we've been working on renovating the house and didn't need the skids getting in the way. She's broke because she's in between jobs right now. Fine. Never mind that since they split up a few years ago he has had full custody of the skids (she got them every other weekend) except during summer when it goes to 50/50 and she has NEVER paid a dime in CS. He pays for everything. Literally. Anyway, skid1 has been living with her for a few months and skid2 with us since skid1 lost his shit mentally and attacked FDH. Come to find out TODAY at 3:30 that she hadn't actually registered them yet (lied directly to FDH when he asked her last week) and now camp is full. It's supposed to start Monday. So, who the fuck knows what the childcare arrangements are going to be, but I told FDH flat out that my one day a week I have off is NOT going to be spent watching skids. I work full time and am in school, so I need that time to catch up on studying. This shit pisses me off. They're not my fucking crotch droppings, but I've been nagging FDH for 2 months to make sure the summer childcare shit was arranged. They both dropped the ball big time.

Then, after listening to him bitch and moan for a few hours about how much of an idiot she is, she dropped them off 1.5 hours early while we were in the middle of a project. Effing great. I made some comment (out of earshot of the skids of course) after he asked me if I was mad that they were home early and I replied "Nope, I'm just mad that you chose a freaking moron as a wife and the mother of your kids."

Apparently, he has his heriod again because I hurt his feelings. So I told him that it hurts MY feelings that he chose to have two children with this mouth breather, and acts like having one with me - a highly educated, intelligent, funny, professional woman who knows how to scrub a toilet - is the worst thing he can fucking imagine.

Fuck that shit. It's Bud Light and Southern Comfort night up in here.