In Case You Hadn't Noticed...
...my mood is currently manic, swinging haphazardly to both ends of the spectrum and all points in between. It's no wonder, considering the shit I have to put up with. To wit:
X is off on Mondays. For 5 of the last 6 Mondays, she has put AJ in day care--once for 9 hours--so she can meet the Douchebag Poet (and the other Monday was when she took the both of them to the movies). When I pointed out that perhaps this flies in the face of her oft-repeated mantra that "AJ is her first priority," she responded first that Monday is "the only time I can meet him" and then that I had, many months ago, said it was "okay if she put him in day care on Mondays if she had stuff to do."
Yes, illicit afternoon fuck parties with fat, amoral douchebags is almost exactly like doctor's appointments in the "stuff to do" department.