A 3 Part Post...

This WAS going to be a very pleasant post until about an hour ago.

I'll start with the pleasant part: Friday night's postponed date had been rescheduled for lunch on Wednesday. We couldn't wait to meet each other and that was the only time that would work this week. I don't know how I am going to handle the nerves...usually a little bourbon and coke does the trick, but I can possibly start drinking at 11:30am. Any suggestions?

Part 2: Annoyed and irritate:
If you don't want to hear me complain about ex-issues, skip to part 3. This seems to be the best forum for me to vent...that way no one has to actually listen to it and I can still get it out of my head.
So I really thought he had turned over a new leaf. This new 'schedule' he proposed was working okay (although this was only day 2). He was finally over 'hiding the car' and was actually taking her to do some fun things (ie Chuck E Cheese). So tonight I drop her off at Chuck E Cheese at 4pm (he couldn't come get her because she wasn't at school and he "isn't ready to come to my new house". Get over it!). So the dropping off was fine until he asked what time I'd be back to pick her up. I said 7pm or so. His response (drum roll please): "Ugh. What I am going to do with for 3 hours. I can't entertain here for that long." Um, hello. You have a car. You have a car seat. You have a house. And newsflash, there are other places to go beside Chuck E Cheese. I mean really...he had to have been kidding right? Sad thing is, this isn't the first time he's said something like that. I didn't back down and told him I would pick her up from the condo at 7pm. I pick her and apparently they did stay at Chuck E Cheese for 3 hours. And apparently, "CEC" must not be equipped with bathrooms. I got the poor girl home and she was soaking wet. I mean totally completely soaked. She had on jeans and a turtleneck under her coat and I think the only dry part of her clothes were her sleeves. I almost started crying. Lucky for her, she didn't seem to phased by this. I on the other hand, could have died.
One more vent and then I'm done for the day. After I filed he had 3 weeks to get his 'personal belongings' and be out of the house. My lawyer told me to make sure I took anything out before then that had significant meaning to me. I was in such a panic I forgot a few things. One being my baby book and album of all my pictures (mostly professional and school pictures) from age 0-18. The baby book was still in the house but the photo album had disappeared. Right after discovering the missing book, I kindly asked him (and when I say kind, I mean it) to please go through his 'personal things' and see if by chance he mistakenly took it. He agreed and reported back to me that he didn't have it. During the divorce negotiations he started bringing up things from the house he wanted (nothing major, just little items that meant something to him). I told my lawyer about the baby book and how I would also like to have that back (amongst other things of mine he took...pearls, shoes, clothes, etc). The lawyer wasn't as nice asking for the book and it back fired on me. I decided tonight to ask him one more time about the book (again, in the nicest way I could). So I said "can you please check your things and make sure you didn't accidentally take it". He basically told me to f-off. Nice. Really freaking nice. I guess I am suppose to believe it grew legs and walked out of the house by itself. It was one of the first things I went to find after he moved out (I realized after I left I forgot it and I wanted to make sure it was still there). Mind you I had to pack that entire to house to move and it was no where to be found. There is only one place it can be. Looks like I will never see that again. Thanks jackass!

Part 3: Upon arriving home tonight I decided given Layla's soaking wet state, she needed a bath. As usual, she took a bath in my bathroom. I was putting away clothes in the closet (about 3 feet away from her) and all the sudden I hear "Ut-oh". Not a good thing to hear when she's in the bath tub. I turned around and she had done it. I have been waiting for this to happen (not waiting with excitement but rather with dread). I won't (and don't need to) elaborate more than by saying all her bath toys are in a huge tub of bleach water. It was not fun to clean up. Probably the most disgusting thing I have to do to date. :) I will say, I am impressed with myself...I stayed calm, kept the gagging to a minimum and dealt with the issue expeditiously.

Pleasant evening I'm having here.