You know, just when things are entering the lovely zone again, out of nowhere pops Super Loser Dad!!! I SWEAR. Today was looking to be another grand Tuesday, with ridiculous parking issues because the deck is undergoing maintenance so everyone and their mother have decided to park where I normally deposit my vehicle. Granted, the world does NOT revolve around me, but at times, I like to think it does. Anyhow, I was about 20 minutes early to work, so things were going well, had to do a loop through the deck to find a spot, no worries, I can live with that, despite gas prices being close to a king’s ransom just to make sure I can take my arse to work in order to break even. The drive was tolerable - not too much traffic, although every person I drove behind today had to be at least 85 years old, on a cell phone, or yelling at their children in the backseat, therefore causing a delay at every green light or possibility of a red light. I was fine with it, kept in a glorious mood by a particularly sweet text message I received this morning just after my morning washing.
Nooooooooooooo, I had to receive a voicemail as soon as I parked my butt at my desk and powered up this lovely technology I am currently typing on. Yes, it was a call from the demon who helped me create my monster. Normally this is not an issue. Normally he only slightly irritates me. Normally he is not included in any plans of mine. Today, he has invaded my world and I am fully aggravated by it.
Apparently, our sweet, naive girl-child has decided to update him on my weekend’s plans. For background purposes, he lives in California, spends the majority of time in Washington, and has another baby momma in Georgia. This shining example of our species called me to let me know that he had heard from our darling baby that we are planning on being in Atlanta this weekend. Not only that, but he is currently in Atlanta and had been planning on “surprising” us by “stopping by”. Hello - we live in North Carolina. It’s really not like Atlanta and Charlotte are next door to each other. Oh yeah, and we may have been BUSY. What the HELL makes you think we should just drop every freakin’ thing and cater to your whims????? Just askin’.
Any-who, he then states that he will cancel his trip to NC if we will be in GA, and he can see the kiddo at that time. Again - we have PLANS. We are not going to GA in order to party it up and hang out with whatever random people we meet. This is a LARGE tournament my team is entering and most likely, the majority of time will be spent at the ballfield. I give a DAMN what you want. Really. Do you see the honesty in my eyes? Oh, that’s sarcasm? Yeah - you’re right. I don’t care. At all.
You see, lovely readers, all 2 of you, this man does not pay child support. Never has, not in 12 years. This adorable child has been dependent on yours truly since day one and nobody else. Additionally, he has not made the effort to see her since June of last year, when we all happened to be in Washington State at the same time. What’s that, you say? It’s May 2008. Good observation. Yep, almost a year, despite the fact that his grown ass has been galavanting all over the country from CA to WA to GA. Maybe he doesn’t want to come to NC because the abbreviation doesn’t end with an A…. Hmmmm, that’s a thought. Well, the moral of the story is, I’m a sucker. I probably will be in Atlanta this weekend and he will probably get to see her because I’m not one to tell my daughter she can’t see the man she adores. However, it will be on MY schedule and at MY convenience. His ridiculous spur-of-the-moment fathering won’t mean a thing in the long run, and I have much more staying power than he does. It’s a fact. He can just suck it. And by “it” I mean my foot. After playing 6 games, covered with dirt and sweat. And that’s just for starters.
