Two weeks ago, when we dropped the kids off at the police station (since we can’t trust others in the kids’ lives to even pretend to behave like adults with two brain cells to collectively rub together), Gary and I waved out the car window to the kids as we were leaving the parking lot behind Crow’s car. We ended up pulling up beside her car at a red light and turned to wave to the kids again.
After a full weekend apart…after not seeing the kids or talking with them for the entire weekend…just minutes after getting into the car with them…Crow had her cell phone planted to the side of her head, yapping away, ignoring the kids (and the road).
“Hi, kids, haven’t seen you all weekend, but I have more important people to talk to right now that can’t wait until I drive two minutes back to the house. We’ll catch up later when I grill you about your daddy and his girlfriend.”
Yesterday, when we dropped the kids off again (same bat time, same bat police station), we again pulled out of the parking lot behind Crow. Sunflower, who usually has a very hard time saying good-bye to her father, was waving out the window to Gary and had just started to cry. The comforting, soothing gesture made by her mother? Roll the window up! Take her head off if need be!
I almost laughed…not in a ha-ha, that was funny kind of way, but damn, Crow just gets more and more pathetic kind of way.
Maybe her maternal instincts fell out with the placenta.