court is in order!!!

All rise for the honourable......sigh.

Court was Monday. I got an awful case of the tummie monsters the night before. I found out that the ex was going to take the 15 yr old with him to court and I just couldn't understand it. At first she told me that she'd just stay in the car....but then later she calls me and tells me a bunch of things. She was to spend Sunday night with her father and then he'd drive her to Barrie while he'd pick up the other kids to spend the day out. Then she said she was coming inside and was planning to wear heels. But the real killer was when she told me that she felt special to be the only one of the children to be coming to the court hearing. What??

I can just imagine the junk that the ex was feeding her. But "special" to be in court? No, I just didnt think of it that way.

And then I had a mini crisis. The friend who was supposed to come to court with me had an emergency operation scheduled on my court day. So who to bring? I am so limited when it comes to trusted friends to bring with me. End result? I was going to go alone. And how I suffered for that decision. On Sunday I was useless, just lying around the house dreading the following day. My oldest then came to me and said she would come with me. At first I was NO WAY! But then we talked it thru and we both figured that the only way to knock the 15 yr old down a notch or two was to have Cleo there. But I absolutely made sure that my oldest understood that I didnt want it to look like my side - his side. I explained that when we arrived, she was to go and sit with her father and I figured that my 15 yr old would then come and sit with me.

So what to say about the actual court? I found out that the Exs lawyer was pushing for two things: firstly, he wanted the case dismissed. If it would be dismissed then that would mean I could never go after the Ex for support again. The only person who could ever open the support issue again would be him. Yeah, so that would suck. The second thing he wanted was to stick me with the court costs. All of them, including his lawyers fees. How yucky.

When the court was in session, the person acting on my behalf as a "friend" of the court really did his best. But the judge was satisfied that the situation of my Ex had no change. In all of the paperwork of my Ex, it showed that he was worse than a pauper. And so the judge ruled.....but she had an open mind...

She withdrew the court case rather than dismissed it. Which means, if I should ever find out about him making money in Canada, I can go after him for it. And then, she laughed off the court costs and said NO. So he has to pay his own lawyer. hehehehe.

But the one part of the court case that really bothered me, which I figured out on the drive to the courthouse, was why did he want the 15 yr old there? Well the ex is supposed to supply me with income tax assessments to prove he has no money and he never has. In his paperwork, he states that he gave the paperwork to his daughter (15 yr old, of course) during a visit with the kids. When the judge was about to give him a slap on the wrist for not providing that paperwork on time, the EX exploded...."I gave them to my daughter (pointing now) and there she is sitting right there you can ask her" I just looked down and shook my head.

The judge then gave him a reprimand saying that it is never a good idea to involve children in court cases involving their parents, etc etc. To which I loudly said....THANK YOU!

So that was the end of the court case. Sigh. Ho hum and all that. I dont consider it a total loss on my part and I can really say that the EX was visibly upset about the outcome. Even as he was walking to his car in the parking lot, talking to the two older girls, I could hear his loud voice as he was complaining.....

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After court, I went to go see my friend in the hospital and the EX headed off to Barrie to pick up the kids. Another sigh. Now Sjon had promised to take the 7 yr old for a bike ride on this day. Sjon knew that the ex was coming to pick up the kids, but when 5:30 pm rolled around he seriously wondered if the ex was coming. I called him after court was done at 2pm and he was expecting the ex in about an hour. Time kept passing and Nemo was whining.....when is Baba going to come? I want my bike ride! I am so bored now....etc etc. Sjon didnt even take Abdu for his scheduled nap thinking the ex would show up any minute. Yep, so that then rolls around 5:30 pm......Abdu falls asleep and Nemo is still complaining. So then Sjon took a decision, he took the 7 yr old for a bike ride to SUBWAY and bought her a sandwich for dinner.

6:15 pm, I get a desperate phone call from my 15 yr old. They have been at the house for 2 hours and Baba is outside wanting to pick up the kids but Nemo is missing. The ex is frantic and wants to call the police. He thinks Sjon has stolen Nemo. I calmly and tell the 15 yr old to look in the garage and see if there are bikes missing. Surprise! There are two gone.

Now during this phone call, I didnt know if they had really been there two hours. I did figure that there was some horrible exaggeration going on though. When I called back later, all was well and the kids were with their father......The EX is such a drama-whore. He hasnt kept in touch with his kids for the last month and a half while he was in Egypt, (and neither did he tell them!), and suddenly he is accusing the only father that the kids really know of kidnapping. *rolling my eyes.......

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Now the last thing....which is sort of just stupid. I bought milk yesterday and when I went to put it in the fridge....I see that we have milk. How is that? I know the milk was done. The 15 yr old proudly tells me that her father bought it. ??? errrmmmm.....ok. So the 7 yr old asks for a glass of milk.....and I pour it for her. She immediately SPITS it all in the cup again....... Sour. Spoiled. Rotten. What the?

So then an embarrassed 15 yr old explains. The ex bought the milk but forgot it in his car. When he realized it, he was already in Barrie. So he decided to give it to us instead of it possibly spoiling in his car. Ooops.....too late.

Stupid, yet funny to think that the only "help" that the EX has provided to us is a bag of spoiled milk. It reminds me of him. Looks good from the outside but inside it is sour.