This Weekend

This weekend Justin had a football tournament, they did great won two lost two. Justin started the first game on the second line as he has had only two practices. By the second game he was on the starting defencive line. He did so good. But this email is not to brag about how well my son did, even though I am a very proud mom, but it is to tell you about my useless sack of shit EX-husband.

So I get to the park on Saturday morning, oranges all cut up and ready for the boys for half time and after the games as well as cookies for their sugar levels, getting all their equipment together organizing Ryan and his friend Cody for carry everything, this is my job I was named the team mom. So it is almost game time and he comes strolling onto the field because that is where I am sitting. he starts talking to the head coach and starts talking about having first aid. Suddenly, he is now the team first aid attendant which means he will be attending every game. Can you feel my excitement already. In case you haven't there is more. So he get off the field from the first game and the head coach, Chris, and I are talking and he asks me if shit head and I are still together, to which I reply hell no!!!!!!!! At this point Chris is starting to feel kind of bad about asking the a-hole to be part of the team. Now don't get me wrong I do not want to discourage him from spending time with the boys, but I don't remember him coming out to sign the boys up, pay for the boys to be there, take them to practices or the games, get their equipment, try and figure out how the equipment goes on, and so on and so on and so on. Now this may seem like the ramblings of a bitter ex, but now I have the pleasure (heavy on the sarcasm) of spending every fucking Sunday with the useless sack of shit from now until the end of the season at the end of October. Yah me. Today at the first game we had no one to tape the game so Chris asked me if I could (very sunburnt on my face right now, might be adding to the bitterness). After about 20 minutes Chris comes over to me and looking very sheepishly says "I don't know how I am ever going to make this up to you". I thought he was talking about the amount of sun that I was getting. NO. He was talking about the fact that a-hole is now going to attend both practices during the week and the games on the weekend. Now, seeing I am the team mom I can't just resign after saying I would because we don't have many parents that stay for the games or the practices. Once again Yah me. On the upside Chris has promised back rubs, footrubs, pretty much anything I want for subjecting me to the torture of having to deal with the ex for 3 days a week. I know that it has a right to spend time with them as well, but why does it always seem like I do all the work and he sweeps in and takes all the glory, not that I am looking for the glory, but maybe just once it would be nice for all the bullshit I have to put up with from him.