A Can of Worms

Turns out I'm related to a buttinskie. On the upside, it is only my close friends and family who read my blog. :)

My mom came clean tonight and told me she contacted the kids' dad. Far be it from me to truly believe he might try to make contact. Although in a way, it's sort of fitting that she call him and lead him to believe the kids' want to see him or talk to him. They don't. They don't want to call him or talk to him. She now has to answer to him as to why the kids haven't contacted him. But I do have to say it's just fabulous that he now knows we don't live there anymore. She has created drama that she alone gets to address. She's a little old to learn this lesson but I guess she has learned not to butt in. She had good intentions, she just didn't take the time to consider who it might affect and discuss it first. The only person potentially hurt from this is the kids' dad and at this point, I really don't care if his feelings get hurt. Call me heartless but don't call me late for a date. :)

Which, by the way, I really wouldn't be late to if I can ever get one lined up. :-)