FDH is the man. If he didn’t look out for me like he does, this relationship would be toast. Burnt nasty smelly inedible toast.
He and BM have been trying to figure out what they’re going to do for child care this summer (they alternate weeks in the summer). Last summer both skids went to a day camp and it worked out perfectly because they have drop off sites close to both our home and BM’s, so I could drop them before work on FDH’s weeks without too much trouble.

Skid1 – the problem child – didn’t like that camp last year because he was one of the older kids there and he found it boring. Unbeknownst to me, BM signed him up for a different camp close to her home, which is completely on the other side of town from both our home and my work. Also unbeknownst to me, FDH told both BM and FMIL that skid1 is going to have to figure out the bus system to get there because I won’t be driving two kids all over town for drop offs in the mornings.

God, I love that man. I work long hours, and I am in school which means that I will be in class until 9:30pm 3 nights a week. The last thing I want to do in the morning is cart a bratty kid half an hour in the opposite direction of where I need to be for work. Plus I just won’t have time to make it to work when I need to. FDH just gets it, and I am so appreciative that I don’t have to explain that to him.

Of course, FMIL – who babies the crap out of that kid and indulges his every desire – doesn’t like that I won’t be playing chauffeur. Well, too fucking bad. I didn’t make that kid, he hates my guts right now, and no one bothered to ask me what my schedule would be like before they signed him up. BM and FMIL just assumed I’d do it. Tough titties. They can figure it out. The kid has two parents with driver’s licenses, and a grandma who can’t keep her nose out of parenting him – it’s not my responsibility. Which is exactly what FDH told his mom .