The Man Is An Idiot: Father’s Day Edition.

So all of you must be sick and tired of hearing me bitch and moan about my ex husband.  Yeah, well deal with it.

Our divorce agreement states that I have the girls MOST of the time.  By MOST of the time I mean ALL of the time except for the first and third weekends of the month.  I am NOT complaining about that.  I feel that it’s important for young children to have as much consistency and stability in their lives as possible.  I’m not a huge fan of the 50/50 placement arrangement because I think that it’s more for the adults in question than it is for the kids.  Can you imagine packing up and living at two separate houses every other week?  I can’t.  So why do we make our kids?  We should be the ones packing up and moving every other week if that’s what we want to do.  Anyway…. that’s not what this post is about.

If you were to look at the calendar you would see that this weekend is the third weekend of the month.  Otherwise known as “Dad’s” weekend.   This weekend Dad had decided that he was going to go to a car show instead of having the girls.  I didn’t complain nor will I ever complain about being a Mom.  Like I have  said before I can’t pick and choose when I’m a parent, it’s an all the time endeavor for me.   This weekend  also happened to be a weekend that our 9 year old had a softball tournament, her first.    Her first softball tournament during her first softball season.

This morning I found out that he didn’t go to the car show (someone suggested that he either was out drinking too late last night or couldn’t find a date to go with him.  I suspect it’s both)   and thought that he might be able to make it to watch our 9 year old play.  Of course this is HIM I’m talking about and so I didn’t hold my breath at all.  She called him before we left and he told her that he might be able to make it down for one of the games.    She played her first game and was moving on to her second game when she called him again.  He told her that he’d maybe make it to the next one but there would only be a next one if her team won that one.    Which they didn’t.

We stopped to pick up the little one and found out that all that he had going on that day was drinking and hanging out with his Dad.  As we’re leaving her aunt’s driveway “Dad”  pulls up and asks if she want to go with him to the lake.  (Note should be made that he didn’t intend on taking both of his daughters to the lake only the older one)  Her response, “We’re going home”.   He was shocked at her response and asked her, “Don’t you want to go to the lake?”.   She looks up and says again, “We’re going HOME”.  At this point he shrugs his shoulders and asks me what is wrong with her.  I told him that we had a long day out in the 90 degree weather and sun and that she just wanted to get home.    I decided it wasn’t the time or place to talk to the narcissistic brick wall and try to explain that his selfish tendencies are alienating him from his daughters.

So tomorrow is Father’s Day and he’ll be celebrating it alone.  I wonder if  there will be a moment when he relalizes that or if the thought won’t even cross his mind.    I will be celebrating Father’s Day with the girls on a weekend that they are supposed to be with him but they’re not because of his choices.   Father of the Year anyone?