OK, final post of the day--cuz it's a good one. WW insisted on talking on the phone, as we really did need go over quite a few things regarding the kids: music lessons, summer camps, doctors' appointments, etc.
So I steeled myself by reading a few columns by Chumplady for inspiration.
And I was quite detached! She was in her all-business cold persona. I remained distant and polite.
Of course now that she returned from her business trip, she "needed to decompress so she can be where she neds to be with them."
Translation: I can't handle them.
Once again, she has messed with the schedule. I have had them way more than I was supposed to, in spite of her declaring that the schedule must be adhered to--and god forbid if I rearrange it.
I know, I know, put my foot down. But the kids are always better with me, and I like being with them. They keep me calm and busy. So I will do it for the kids.
She was peeved that my son was curt with her on the phone, and that my daughter expressed no interest in saying goodnight to her last night.
"She didn't ask about me?"
"Nope."
"They are doing OK?"
"Yup, fine."
Silence.
"Well, I think Son needs to go on more anti-anxiety meds."
"He is fine. When he gets anxious, I calm him down and he's fine."
"OK, I'll talk to you later."
Click.
No, they aren't pining for her. They are doing well in our home, the world they love. You left it.
I know, I shouldn't be caring about what she is thinking, acting, etc. But I do. And I am not using the kids against them. I only speak well of her to them, always reminding them that Mommy loves them.
Again, the situation of her making is just tragic. A dismantled family for what? For what?
I think I did well on the phone in any case. I am not shattered, I am not obsessing, I am not emotional. That cold tone reminded me just why I am done.