All Quiet on the Stepmom Front

The Kid was due back to our house Friday after school. I had to go straight from my full-time job to my part-time job. I wouldn't have been home until after 9, if I had decided to go right home. Instead, I opted for a late dinner and a few adult beverages with a friend and I got home well after everyone was asleep. Saturday, I got up to head back to my part-time job and left the house before anyone woke up. Saturday night The Kid went to his mother's. I didn't see him all weekend, and I didn't hear a peep about our last conversation from anyone.
Yesterday was one of those days. I had an annoying site visit for work, and then I took the afternoon off to take care of some things at the DMV. After the site visit, I popped home for a quick bite before going to hell register my car. Only to find that my dog had an accident...on my bed. Cleaned it up. Went to DMV. Waited three hours for a 5 minute transaction. Finally leave DMV and head to the gym to blow off some steam.
As I'm standing by the mirror untangling my headphones, The Ex wanders out of the shower. I haven't seen her at the gym in ages. Apparently she was surprised to see me too, since when she noticed me she gasped and dropped her towel. I have since gouged my own eyes out and filled the empty sockets with Tabasco sauce.
Other than her obvious surprise, she did not acknowledge me (normal). Neither did she stab me or otherwise inflict any sort of physical harm, indicating that The Kid's recent realization was not mentioned to her and if it was she is taking it really well (I'm leaning towards the former).
*Breathes out huge sigh of relief.*
I know this doesn't mean that it won't come up or that there won't be a storm, but in the meantime I'm enjoying the peace and quiet.

Now here's the part that confuses me: The Kid's basketball team practices at my gym, usually at the same time I'm there. He never looks for me to say hello, which is fine by me. I'm usually a sweaty mess and in no position for conversation. Plus, it's hard to see in the fitness room from the lobby so he's never actually seen me there unless I walk out to the lobby. Well, yesterday, the day that his mother was also at the gym and knew that I was there, he came bounding in to the fitness room to say hi. Just to say hi, not to ask for any favors. I know he didn't see me from the lobby; he couldn't have because of the machine I was using. I know his mom told him I was there and gave him permission to say hi before they left. What I don't get is...WHY? She refuses to talk to me, only makes eye contact by accident and spins on her heel if we are left in close proximity to each other so that her back is to me. She could have easily walked him out and taken him home with no further thought. But she chose to let him know I was there and let him talk to me. Weird.
Any insights into this behavior are greatly appreciated. Because, of course, I can't believe she's just being nice.

6 November

The real world has been beating me senseless lately. I've got some serious deadlines at work and, on top of that, my non-work life has decided to throw some surprises my way. All of this means no time to blog. I haven't even signed in to blogger since last Friday. I miss you guys!!! I don't know when I'll have a chance to catch up on all your adventures, but I hope it's soon.
A few blogable updates:
1.) We have entered into discussions of a more equal custody situation with The Kid. There has even been talk of him coming to live with us. At first I said "NONONO!" because it was too much change at once. But then I thought, this means we'll have weekends again! The Husband and I haven't spent a weekend night together in nearly 4 years. Maybe it won't be so bad.
2.) The Ex got engaged to her boyfriend of 2 1/2 months last week. The Kid really likes the guy (personally, I think it's because he has a dog and The Kid looooooooooves dogs, but whatev). She's all giddy and in love and we have the kid nearly every night so she can stay at her boyfriends house. I have become one helluva lunch maker.
3.) I've started having anxiety attacks. I'm not sure what's causing them, but I have a hunch. I've been sweating myself into oblivion at the gym trying to redirect my energy. Alas, I've decided that I need to do a team sport to find some sistah-hood and give myself a physical outlet that's not quite so monotonous. So...
4.) I'm trying out for roller derby. Wish me luck. Because I'm not sure if I can skate. But I know I can be badass.
5.) Christmas is in 7 weeks. WTF? The Kid wants an Airsoft M14 Sniper Rifle. The Husband wants a paintball gun. I want my husband to pay the rent. Meh, two outta three ain't bad.

Happy November to you all; I can't wait to get back in the swing of things and catch up!

Update: Facebook

I couldn't resist. Tuesday night, when those big hazel eyes looked up at me and exclaimed, "I just got a Facebook! Do you have a Facebook? Will you be my friend?!" I just couldn't say, "No, kid. I can't be your friend because even though I love you your mom is a nosy twat and will use your Facebook for recon missions." I couldn't do it. I am such a sucker.
So I took a deep breath and said, "Well I hardly ever check my Facebook." [lie]
"Oh, well next time you check it answer my friend request. I requested you!"
"Oh. No kidding. I didn't even know." [lie]
I let that friend request sit in there, glaring at me, for a few more days. I reviewed the comments y'all left for me. I thought about it.
I don't have anything compromising on Facebook. But I know The Ex was dying to see our wedding photos (of which I have about 5 on my profile)...to the degree of checking FB obsessively for weeks to see if I changed my profile pic (which I didn't...). It's childish but I just don't want her to have access to any part of my life other than what she hears from The Kid. None. Of. Her. Business. And I especially didn't want her putting him in uncomfortable situation so she can poke around on my profile.
So I created a Limited Profile friend list (thanks Lori G.!), which I didn't even know I could do, and I blocked that list from seeing my photos and, well, pretty much everything else. I'm hoping once she sees that there's nothing to see she won't bug The Kid about it. Anyone have a limited access friend list and have any feedback on how well it works? Does the security ever lapse?
Now I sit and wait, and hope that Mean Stepmom was right and he's just trying to build up his friend list (a whopping 12 now!) and once he realizes his Facebook is supervised, off the friends list I go!
However, at that point I may want to stay on for my own recon missions....
Thanks for all your help!!!

Disappearing Act

It seems I've pulled a disappearing act on this here blogosphere, minus my regularly scheduled Quotable Sunday posts.

There have been a lot of goings-on, but that's for another post. Or, maybe not for the blogosphere at all.

An update:

Since starting school, The Kid has been sleeping regularly. He claims it is because when he closes his eyes every night, he sees Eva, the new girl in his class with whom he is madly in love (unbeknownst to her, of course). Whatever the reason, we're psyched at this whole sleeping thing. At least it broke his whole pattern of, "But I CAN'T sleep." He even said he was tired and put himself to bed before bedtime the other night!

I found out The Ex recently dated a man with three kids and a psycho ex wife. The ex wife terrorized her, blamed her for breaking up a marriage that was legally finished years before they met and tried to turn the kids against her. She couldn't deal and broke it off. Kar-ma. Oh yah, and hahahahaahaaa!

I need a butler and a maid. The butler to greet me at the door with a tray of premium cocktails and the maid to clean up after my drunk ass.

The Kid told me I was one of his best friends over dinner the other night. It was music to my ears.

He's been over a lot lately, which is awesome for him and his dad. And for me; I love having him here. This is the first time in the 5 years since the divorce that he's been allowed at our house during school nights. We're feeling pretty proud that we've proven ourselves to be responsible in the face of our worst critic. But seriously, do teenage boys eat anything besides spaghetti?



Now that things seems to be righting themselves on our front, I hope to be back to posting regularly.