Wake up, get myself ready, get daughter ready, drive daughter to daycare, go to work, deal with high maintenence child-like old men and inconsiderate a$$holes all day, letting it bother me because as a hardworking person with morals and knows how to treat other people it infuriates me what other people get away with, rush home to pick up daughter at daycare, make a somewhat nutritious meal for myself and daughter, knock out a chore or two like garbage, recycling, kid baths, pick up toys, cat litter, oh and of course having to be super put together bang out the gym a couple days of the week, water the plants and flowers (why do i even bother with these things?), get house in order (everything's gotta be perfect for this OCPD mom !). 

Let's add some softball a couple times a week (can I have some fun thing for myself?), dragging daughter along most times even though I get home at 10 PM, weekends filled with some activity on my bucket list that I think benefits daughter, get togethers with friends, hosting BBQs, planning all trips because nobody in my life does it, daughter's baseball or some other activity, hiring roto rooter, hiring electrician, paying bills, doing laundry hoping daughter stays occupied, take care to get oil change, food shopping (with daughter of course!), dragging daughter to work if I have to go in on a weekend, checking in with lawyers about the expensive lawsuit brewing surrounding the house just bought.

So...at night on a weekend, all I do is want to veg on the couch and watch reality TV and play on the internet. This is the only time I get to myself in peace.  No I cannot talk on the phone and I do NOT know how late I'll be up.  I cannot have long text conversations and don't expect that I will see every text instantaneously and be able to respond.  I get that you had enough money where your ex-wife did not have to work and she did a lot of chores and child care so I get that you have no concept of what it is like to do EVERY SINGLE thing in a household with a child.  Please try and appreciate the weekly time I carve out to hang out and pay $60 to sitters every time I try to see you.  PLEASE imagine what this is like and LEAVE ME ALONE.  It isn't as easy as it may appear to be superwoman, though I may try to make it look that way!

OK, so who wants to go on a date with me...haha.