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A little blackmail with those cornflakes?
polydad
Well, it's Friday morning, I've been up and about since 5am being productive, and in half an hour I take Number One Son to school and get back to work. I've told him that my fury isn't directed at *him*, and he acknowledges that, but I'm still being a bear to be around.

We're only on the second round of negotiations, and she-who-will-not-be-named is already starting on the custody threats. Her settlement proposal would give her veto power over my choice of living-place and employment until the kids graduate high school, and by her view my failure to comply with her demands is prima facie evidence that I'm unfit to be a parent and should forfeit custody.

Number One Son doesn't want to hear the first word about it. I don't blame him; I don't want to hear about it either. But I'm an adult, so I have to deal.

On the more productive side, I've decided to start the work-search in NJ early; it doesn't hurt anything and might help. And I can call the hang-gliding place today and see if Number One Son can go up over the weekend. Number Two Son will be here a week from Tuesday, and is very eager to go too; the glider instructor has discretion over whether that's allowed. There are two instructors, one more friendly than the other. Let's see how social I can be -- as soon as I've got the response to the negotiator done; I suspect I won't be very sociable before then.