So - my kids were to spend the weekend and the holiday with their dad this past weekend. Great. This time I made certain they all had their church clothes so that their dad would have no excuse to keep them home. All's good right?

Ok - you know what's coming.

But first - Friday night. 11:38 - I'm in bed already...and the phone rings. It's Dallas and Holly. Holly is bawling her eyes out saying "I want to come home, Daddy is mean!" And Dallas wanted me to come get her. I told him - "If I come to get Holly I am taking them all"

He told me we don't live in a gestapo - in other words, the visitation order doesn't have to be followed exactly. Yeah - thats true. It doesn't. But on the points where we both don't agree to deviate - then yeah, it's law.

So, Holly stayed.

Saturday was uneventful and I didn't call because I didn't want to upset their visit in any way.

Sunday I expected to see the kids at church. Afterall, it was Teen Takeover Day - in other words the teens (our sons age) were taking over the responsibilities at church. Also, all 3 kids wanted to see Todd Bennick - motorcross guy - jump over our pastor standing on a bus. Scarey. Cool. Not to mention - last week Dallas complained when the girls didn't have church clothes - this time they had them. So I was saddened when I realized the kids weren't at church.

When I got home I called Dallas to find out who was sick. I was told "I kept telling them to go to bed last night if they wanted to go to church in the morning, but they just wanted to play outside with their friends" How late? After midnight. Why? "Well, Sandy, Paula and Debbie were letting their kids stay out so they wanted to too." (The moms on the street). I said "If all the other moms were jumping off a cliff would you jump too?" Of course, he said "Yes! With an innertube yelling YAHOO!"

I told him that I didn't care what the other parents on the street were doing that we need to do what is best for our children. He said "but I only get to see them so little".

Which I would have bought as an excuse - except for --- Sunday night he shipped Holly off to my in-laws house for the night. So he only had our son (the oldest - and easiest) and Ivy (the one who believes her daddy can do no wrong).

This is the bozo who is suing me for custody of the kids. He can't even bring himself to put them to bed at a decent hour if the other kids in the neighborhood are still up.

OH!!!! And before I forget.

When the kids came home on Monday - Holly's clothes were disgusting. The knees and the seat of her pink pants were dark gray they were so filthy. Ivy however, she came home wearing one of my sons t-shirts as a dress and instead of her school shoes she wore winter boots - that may fit her next winter. He said he'd go find her shoes and bring them because I told him she needed them for school. He never called or came around with them. Let alone their clothes.