Thrilled

At least there's one constant in my life...stress, and this week is no exception. Upcoming stressors include meeting with the lawyer tomorrow and going to court on Thursday for a status hearing. Joy. I'm thrilled. Yay. (Insert sarcasm here)

I told the ex about both, and apparently the court also contacted him about the latter. He doesn't know if he will be able to join me when I meet with the lawyer because he has to meet with his probation officer. Supposedly he's trying to get that rescheduled for later in the day, but I highly doubt he even bothered to call. $500 says he calls me later tonight and tells me he couldn't get it rescheduled. Hell, he never even bothered to return my message about the lawyer until today and I left it last Wednesday. (On a side note...every time I think of that man being an ex-con I get a rush of "ha ha ya fucking idiot" joy and "fuck me, I married a loser" disgust all at once.)

This afternoon I spent an hour and a half in the dentist's chair while she worked on the tooth that needs a cap. I think the work took longer than anticipated. Had things gone more smoothly, they probably would have had time to squeeze the cleaning I need in. Now I understand why the receptionist couldn't officially schedule a cleaning, though it would have been nice if she would have just explained it when we made today's appointment. How hard is it to say "it's difficult to schedule a cleaning at this time because we're unsure how long the other dental work is going to take"? Duh. Doesn't take a genius to give someone a logical explanation that's easy to understand, though apparently it takes more brain cells than most people seem to utilize.

Since I'm so full of sarcasm today, I think now would be a good time to go and update my "I Hate..." blog.