Official Weigh In Day & Ex-wife Rant

Scales today -- 292.4 -- loss for the week 1.8 pounds. A loss is a loss and it's better than a gain so I'll take it. Considering I only got to the gym once this week and I walked 1.5 miles at 10:00 last night, I don't think I did too bad.

It took me 35 minutes to walk the 1.5 miles. Erika did 2 miles in 29 minutes. So I'm walking less than 3 miles an hours and she's kicking ass at a little over 4 miles an hour. I want to catch up to Erika....she's like my Jillian in the back of my mind...telling me to get my ass in gear and walk it. I want to walk fast like the wind like Erika.

This week has been kind of crazy. Sorry for not posting more. Between My Soldier getting home and trying to get our routine back to normal and his 9 yr old son being here it's been stressful! And honestly, I haven't felt witty and cute and funny. I have felt bitchy and pissy and impatient and ready to scratch someone's eyes out. And since last night I have been practicing the 'don't say anything' part of  the 'If you can't say something nice' rule. Anyone that says you can't get PMS after a hysterectomy is a lying bitch! Basically DH cow-towed to his ex-wife AGAIN and I'm pissed and the only thing that would come out of my mouth right now would be venom so I'm keeping it shut. It will last for about 3 days then I'll explode. Mt Vesuvius will erupt for a couple hours. I'll cry. I'll storm out. I'll eat something really bad. He'll say he's sorry and that he'll stand up to her. I'll believe him. Next month it will happen again.

I am SO fucking sick of this!!!

Ok...so now I've started so I'm going to vent. This won't be pretty so feel free to stop reading now.

A little background: My Soldier's son, SS, was diagnosed with epilepsy about 2 months ago. He was having petit mal seizures. They put him on medication and after they increased it he started having grand mal seizures. Since then he has had 4 more grand mals. My Soldier's ex-wife is a very well paid medical professional with a doctorate degree. She is better than everyone else, and is far more intelligent than anyone else and if you don't believe me just ask her, she will look down her pointy nose and explain to you exactly why you are stupid and she is superior. SS and his mother live an hour one-way from where we live. We have always picked up and dropped off, driving both ways.

Since SS has been diagnosed she has used his epilepsy to manipulate my husband's visitation. Last month we were supposed to pick him up on Thursday at 6 pm. Half way to pick him up she calls and says he has to be at the doctor at 8:00 AM for a blood test. We would either have to take him back down in the morning or we could go home and pick him up after his doctor appt. DH decided to pick him up the next day. She knew about the appt for over a week, she could have called before we left. The blood draw could have been done at the hospital where we live. But noooo...things have to be done her way.

Several times we have can canceled family plans for the weekend so that SS could go to golf or karate events that his mother had planned during my husband's visitation time. And of course she tells us these things when we go to pick him up, never before. And of course DH doesn't stand up to her. Ever.

Tuesday night when my husband got home from being gone for 2 wks we were supposed to pick up SS for 4 days. We went to his grandpa's house to pick him up and he tells my husband that he can't take him because SS had a grand mal seizure about 6 hours prior to us getting there. SS was at the door and gave DH a hug. He was fine. Why the hell can't he be with his dad if he's just going to be with his grandpa? And where was his mom? Probably at work....where she spends most of her time. And could have they at least called and let us know that he had the seizure? I guess not. And does my husband stand up to SS's grandpa and tell him NO..it's my visitation time and he's coming with me? Nope! So...we drove all the way back down there again on Wednesday night to pick him up.

Last straw....last night was karate night for my son. And DH and I were planning on working out at the gym together while my son was in karate. I've really missed working out with my husband and both were really looking forward to it. I get home at 5:30. Karate starts at 6:30. So, we get 30 minutes to eat dinner before we have to leave to go back to town for karate. At 5:50 his ex-wife calls. Apparently SS needed a blood test...before 7:00...and it had to be done at the doctor office that was an hour's drive away. I was already trying to eat fast...which isn't good with my band. I heard the conversation, felt the anxiety and yup...stuck!! So..I was stuck and pissed. I said very loudly so she could hear me...This is BULLSHIT, she has had to have known about this since she was at his doctor last week and she just now calls about it. Hell no!! She can come and get him and bring him back tonight. Of course she won't...no reason...she just won't. I went to the gym...DH took SS to get the blood test. (Are you counting...this is now 6 hours driving this week.)

Incidentally...I didn't get to work out. My sister called and my nephew got jumped and was in the hospital. I left the gym and drove like a maniac to the hospital where we wait to be able to see him until 9:30. He will be ok but it was really scary for awhile.

I got home and was still pissed. So I went for a walk. At 10:00 in the dark. I didn't even care. It felt good.

So then today I'm at work, glad it's Friday and looking forward to the weekend. We have tickets to see the Blue Angels. The Blue Angels are an elite military group of fighter pilots that put on air shows. It's incredible and it gives me goose bumps, my son is mezmorized by them....when DH was in the navy he was stationed on an aircraft carrier...so yea, as a family we have been looking forward to this for weeks. Their shows are few and far between so an opportunity to see them is like a once in a lifetime opportunity. Enter the ex-wife. Yea, today we are informed that SS has a karate meet tomorrow, at the same time, in their town. Well too effing bad!! We're not going. I put my foot down. As a family...DH, SS, my son, and me are going to the air show, come hell or high water...I have had it with her trying to manipulate and schedule our time!

So maybe I'm being the bitch but I really don't think so. That woman fries my shit! AARRRRGGGHHH I just want to call her and tell her what my husband refuses to say to her. His visitation time is HIS time!! She needs to stop scheduling appts when we have him or at the very least let us know when she knows...not at the last damn minute!!!

Ok....rant over. Do I feel better? A little. But I still want to call her and lay down the law. Trying to breathe, in through the nose, out through the mouth....10...9...8...7...6......