You Have To Take The Good.....

With the bad.  This week has been a perfect example of this.....

My week started out pretty freaking awesome.  I finally found out that my local watering hole has decided to hire me as a part-time bartender.  I'm excited.  It's an under the table job taking both my hourly wage and tips at the end of the night at least two days a week.  This would pretty much recoup the money that I'm losing to my bankruptcy payout every month.  YAY, I'll be back to bringing home 20some dollars an hour rather than the approximately $9 I'm bringing home now.  I know the point of Chapter Whateverthefuck I filed is to pay back the debt so I could keep the house, but DAMN, they really do cut you super close to bringing nothing home.  If there is any fluctuation in your monthly expenses, it does not work out so well.  I was barely treading water before and being as I have a shit ton of fines and a 3 day stint in alcohol rehab to pay for, I pretty much had no other choice, but to get another job. 

I'd been working on the owner of the bar for a couple of weeks now because I knew one of the girls there was quitting.  The other bartender really went to bat for me and they went back and forth on it for awhile and Monday I got the decision.  I trained on Tuesday and I close tonight and Saturday.  I'm not a big fan of working 7am-4pm then 7pm-2:30am, but ya gotta do what ya gotta do to pay the bills.  My regular days will be Monday and Wednesday, which means Tuesday and Thursday I'll be super bitchy for awhile, but oh well.  I'll probably pick up another shift on the weekends that I don't have Little E.  The kids are actually happy about it.  They're really missing that they used to pretty much get whatever they wanted (within reason), but now to even be able to afford a pair of shoes is a huge deal in our house, so we need to get things back to the way they used to be.

Knowing I got the job and that things were going to be looking up I was ready for a great, yet exhausting week.  When Tuesday rolled around I'm still in a decent mood because of the job thing and Jordan texts me to ruin it all....

It started out as a simple "I'm going to keep E since the weather is bad, you can pick him up tomorrow."  What?  Is this YOU TELLING me what's going to happen?  I don't think so.  So I texted back "Well, you'll have to take him to daycare tomorrow so he'll get his hours in."  His text back? "I'm not doing that, he can take a vacation day."  Me "No, he can't.  Since you pulled him out two days last week because you moved back home, they used them as vacation days.  I'll be there at 5 to pick him up."  Him "Let's get this straight 1. I don't give a fuck about daycare 2. You don't have a driver's license, so you can't pick him up and 3. I'll call the police if you come here and try to get him."  Me " Have you lost your mind or is that dumb whore controlling your mind again?  I'm not driving and I'll be there at 5 to get him." Him "Let's see what Children's Services has to say about all this.  If you come here I'm not giving him to you."  Me "I'll have an officer escort me, that's contempt of court.  See you at 5."  Him "Also, I'm going to have you investigated for child abuse.  He has a bruise on his arm and is always dirty & smells like shit when I pick him up.  The shit has hit the fan and by the time it's done, you'll have only weekend visitation if you're lucky."  Me "Clearly you've lost your mind.  See you at 5."

So immediately I go into panic mode.  Who the hell do I even call about a violation of a court order?  Luckily my FB friends are well rounded in this matter and they point me in the right direction.  I'm finally told by the Columbus PD that they won't forcibly remove the child from the house, but they will try and persuade him.  If he doesn't comply, I can file a report and go down to the prosecutor's office.  I say ok and then really start to stress.  Really?  He can keep the kid until I have him hauled off to jail?  That doesn't seem right.  Why do we have an agreement in place at all then if it's not going to be enforced?  My blood was boiling all day long.  There wasn't really anything anyone could say to make it better.  I've never had to deal with something like this before. 

I finished up my workday, not really accomplishing anything and the driver came to get me to take me out there.  When I was close, I called the police and they escorted me to his house.  As soon as we walked up to the door, Jordan jumped out the door looking like he was ready to fight.  The officer told him that he had to give me E or he would face charges.  He looked at me and asked me who was driving the car.  I told him it was none of his business because it wasn't me.  The officer agreed.  Jordan goes off on another rant about how he's going to make my life miserable until he gets full custody of E.  I just stand there and stare at him because CLEARLY he has lost his mind.  At one point the bitch opens the door and he tells her to get E's coat on.  She looks surprised.  HAAAAA YOU DIRTY MIND CONTROLLING PIRATE HOOKER!!! 

Your evil plans to take the attention of your sorry cheating ass have failed.  I get the kid back.  Go ahead, send Children's Services to my house, have me investigated.  I'm not afraid.  My kids are clothed, bathed, have a roof over their head with all the necessary utilities and they're obviously well fed.   I don't have a drug habit and though I may drink a bit too much sometimes, you can't take my kid for that.  Believe me, this isn't my first rodeo.....  I paid $5,000 for the ex-husband to get custody of his kid.  The only reason he got the kid?  Two positive hair follicle tests for cocaine and still then, he only got temporary custody.  The State of Ohio LOVES moms and rarely sides with any dad no matter how much money they have to throw into a case.  So you go ahead, spend all that money on that attorney, you're not going to get anywhere, I'll make sure of that........  Because I know it's not you that's doing this, it's the DIRTY MIND CONTROLLING PIRATE HOOKER, who I would punch in her not so pretty face if I knew she wouldn't press charges.....

This?

This is my baby, a dirty bruised up smelly boy..... And I don't mind the fight... Really.... Bring it on..... But I'm warning you, because obviously you don't know, you never mess with a woman's kids.......