Yesterday was a very bad day. After receiving mind-reeling news from the babysitter, it rained on the drive home.
I was caught in it. In fact, it started when I was driving; all of a sudden, there were truckloads of golf and tennis balls falling out of the sky. People dove off the road any way they could, desperately trying to seek shelter for their poor exposed cars. People argued over spots under a gas station overhang, and drove into private lawns to get under trees. I ducked under a tree but it did little good.
The car has dents. Lots of them. Lots and lots of them. My husband's boss has a broken windshield. Everyone in this area has screwed up cars.
Have you ever been inside a car in a hailstorm? It was what I can imagine being under a dozen baseball bats in a metal barrel sounds like. The baby was in her carseat, and I'm surprised she didn't panic when we were assaulted from the sky. It was weird guys. Really, really weird.
To top that mess off, my ex is back to 'suspending my visitation rights' with my other daughter because of some trolling he apparently did on the net. He won't admit what he found, and I'm not sure what he found, because there was nothing like that for him to find. He claims I issued threats against his life on the internet.
Hey guys, if you find any threats against him, let me know.
I haven't seen her since before Christmas. She's turning nine next week.
...he gives me so many reasons to hate him.