Quarterly Bitchfest

I realized tonight that it’s been almost two months since my last Bass-tard/Ahole bitchfest and I am long overdue! Apparently, things were moving just TOO smoothly here at the Moyer homestead so Ahole decided to just fuck shit up while he still felt like he had some sense of control. Let me backtrack a bit so you get the full story…

The girls were supposed to stay with Rosalee a few extra days past their usual visitation 48 hours with their father (who just happens to still live with his mother because he’s a 38 year old loser). As a result of his loser-ness, he is also behind a bit in his child support payments. Is this my fault? No…

Since I’m in the midst of packing up the household for our big move to smalltownville, I was a bit relieved to know that I would be minus two children for a few days. This would give my brain the time to function without trying to focus on fifteen different things at once which is the norm with all four children here at once. (I know that was a lot of numbers I just threw at you but try to focus.) Is this my fault? Sort of… I just never learned how to keep my legs closed when it came to pro-creating… I’ve since remedied that so let’s move on, shall we?

Ahem… The child support office has possibly decided that Ahole is now too far in arrearages and is not making any headway with regards to health insurance for the girls and chose NOW to serve him with court papers… with a body attachment. (quietly snickering in the corner) But who gets the full blame for his wrongdoing? You guessed it… ME!! “Why?”, you ask… Well, that would be because my uncle happens to be the Clerk of Circuit Court… you know… the guy who signs ALL of the court papers and probably doesn’t even read the names of the papers to which he is assigning his name. Seriously… Is the fact that the child support office FINALLY decided that it was time to make the piper pay up REALLY my fault? A large resounding NO!!! can be heard from a distance.

The end result? The girls, Rosalee and I are now being “punished” and I will be picking up the girls at the regular pick-up time of 6pm on Sunday. Am I upset? nah… not really… I miss the girls when they are gone longer than their usual 48 hours so picking them up isn’t a big deal. What upsets me is that I still have to deal with the ignorance that is Ahole and Rosalee… Ahole for thinking that his inability to pay his child support on time and cover the girls’ health insurance is somehow MY responsibility… and Rosalee for continuing to enable him after 38 years… After all, they are her grandchildren and it IS her house… If I were the grandmother, I’d tell him to flock himself, get the flock out of MY house and spend some quality time with my grandchildren… maybe that’s just me though…

Okay… now I feel better…