You know, whenever I come to visit my children there is a lot of tension in the air. My family is just short of hating me, and then the ex being here only heightens matters. Well this visit has been no exception to that, however there was a little difference – I stayed longer. I stayed just over a week, but only a week of it did I actually stay here at my parents with the kids. 7 full days.

Well the first mishap was the second night I stayed here. My parents both work and so a babysitter watches the kids while they work, and she brings my youngest to pre-k. She has been here a million times in the past while I was here with no problems. This time however my ex was around. Now I am not pointing any fingers (oh hell who am I kidding yes I am) but magically after having spent the day together, the girl decides to tell my parents that she is not comfortable with me being here.

So what do my parents do? They try to tell me that I have to start coming only on the weekends and not more then every other weekend. Excuse me? For starters, this babysitter can kiss my fscking arse. These are my kids and if she doesn’t feel comfortable with me being here then as far as I am concerned she can take a flying leap. Go home when I am here. Nope I don’t have a car but I can sure as heck my sure my child makes it to school and back.

Whats worse is the fact that its just starting to get warmer weather out. I don’t want to see my kids less. I am used to coming in at random without notice. Some weeks its a full two weeks, others its more like 10 days, and even sometimes more like 7 days apart. It all depends on how I feel about making the walk. Well they suddenly thing I am going to start contacting them before I come and not coming so often and all this other crap. BS!! They are going to be in for a hell of a surprise if they really think that.

No I won’t be walking back in a week or anything like that, not after staying a full week. Thats just not something I would do. But after a couple times of “following the rules” I can guarantee that I will just randomly come back unannounced and unexpected in the middle of the week on a day I shouldn’t show up. Such is my life. I don’t do schedules well at all. I just go with what feels right in all I do.

Also while I was here, I talked to my parents about my childs mother living in the tent outback. I told them they really need to tell her if she can live in a tent, then she can do it off the property. So they said they would have a talk with her. Instead of saying anything remotely close to what I said they told her that she need to get a job and get out of the tent as soon as possible.

HAVE WE ALL GONE FSCKING MAD??

I am told I come around to much and this bitch who lives here yet barely sees her kids is told she can stay, in a tent, as long as she gets a job? Holy fuck. I need to start a donations page or something to help get myself my own apartment so I can bring my kids somewhere healthy. The only problem is, I really doubt anyone would donate to someone like me *sighs* (don’t bother telling me to get a job, read my past posts)

I suppose that God will show me the way, I just have to ask and be patient.

I’ll update tomorrow or Tuesday as to what I did with my kids while I was here.