Just when you think everything is going smoothly, there is always a wrench thrown into the works. Right now, I’m terribly nervous about tomorrow.
To make a long story short, the ex seems to think that he’s getting the baby every weekend from now until January. Of course, he’s out of his mind, but getting that across to him is like trying to teach a mentally retarded person physics – it’s just not going to happen.
So, I’m sitting here worried that I’m going to get harrassed all weekend, since this is my weekend and he won’t be seeing her. I’m afraid to see the clock hit 10AM tomorrow.
I think that I’m so uptight about this because this is the first real point of confrontation that there will have been for a very long time. Everything has been calm and going well. Visits have been uneventful, everyone has been cordial, nothing to complain about.
But I just can’t help but feel all of the anxiety rising up inside me.
I’m hopeful that all this worry is for nothing. I hope I can just enjoy my weekend with my daughter.