The secret diary of a single parent bloke
Now that I’m seeing Jody, I have something to do at the weekends when the children are at Katrina’s (other than still trying to tidy the house). So I’ve been getting increasingly annoyed when she picks them up late, brings them back early or tries to change the arrangements at short notice. It’s never really mattered before, but now it does. I love having my kids around, and would be happy if they didn’t see their mother at all- I’m not sure whether she was always this poor a parent, or whether I’ve had my eyes opened for me. But they want to see their mom, and it would be wrong of me to try to prevent or influence them not to go.
But today really annoyed me!
I’d been at Jody’s house for the day. When I came home, in good time for the arranged drop-off time, and Kat had gone, both kids burst out crying and wouldn’t let go of me for ages.
It turns out that Kat had attempted to bring them home three hours early, without any sort of warning or notification. When she realised that I wasn’t there, she took them to the nearby park for an hour, then came back and decided to just wait.
For nearly two hours, they sat in the car. She was furious with me because she couldn’t phone me (because she had forgotten her phone), and was venting her anger by telling the kids that I was an idiot and “fuckwit”, and that I’d just left them and didn’t care. In fact, from what I can tell, she’d spent the entire three hours slagging me off. I can handle name-calling, but Natalia and Jack can’t handle it when I get called names. “Mom” being nasty about “Dad” would be hard enough for any child to handle, but Natalia, James and I are now so close that it must have been especially difficult for them to hear.