My STBXWH is driving me nuts.
Long story short, my STBX and I are supposed to be rotating taking my older son to Boy Scouts, but because of various reasons (FCAT, spring break, canceled meetings), I haven't been in over a month, and STBX has been taking him to the meetings. For a fundraiser, each kid was supposed to sell 20 camp cards for $5 each.. I took 4 of them and told STBX that I would send him $20 and the rest for him to sell, which I did. I never heard back from him about this, so I assumed he would do this. That was in February. Well, I start getting emails from Boy Scouts about the cards, asking to please give a count, please let us know how many you've sold, please remember the deadline, etc. I asked him to give me an update about this, but he consistently ignored me. Then I come to find out a few days ago that the FuckTard missed the deadline to return unsold cards and didn't give them any of the money. Last night was my first time taking him to the meeting in over a month, so I ask him again to please bring me the money for the cards as it is too late to return any of the unsold ones. He sends my son the packet, and it has the money for 5 cards ($25), 7 unsold cards, and nothing else. I end up having to give the Boy Scout leader $75 of my own money since we are past the deadline, and I can't even sell the rest of the cards on my own because they aren't all there. It's just another example of him ignoring me about kid issues, and me cleaning up his damn messes. I wanted to tell the Boy Scout leader, "Sorry, that was his responsibility and you need to ask him about it," but I hate being embarrassed in front of these people and having our marital issues becoming other people's problems. He just has me so hooked because he knows I won't let the kids suffer for his dumbass mistakes.
Oh, and he's responsible for their homework on Tuesdays since he has them till the meeting, which runs very close to their bedtime, and neither of them had done their homework, and we stayed up almost an hour past their bedtime finishing it up.
And my son's phone was magically "lost" again the entire time he had them this past week, so I never got to talk to them.
I'm so sick of putting up with this shit. "I'm co-parenting with a fucking muppet" is definitely how a feel. And as someone said before, not even an important muppet, one of the lower muppets.
Am I being unreasonable here? Is this small potatoes compared to what he could be doing? I'm just so sick of picking up all his damn slack!! Sorry for the vent, but my frustration tolerance is reaching it's limit 
