val prep

Today is the day. I am running errands today. I need cheesecake fixins and a little tiny TV and a wall hanging thingy. Then picking up boys and going to Logan's conference. I am upset about shiz regarding this conference, The Dad (say this the way Ivanka Trump says "The Donald") texted me THIS FREAKING MORNING "Logan's conference is at 4:30 today."

Of course, I already knew this.

But I was doing an experiment.

See, I got C's conference paper but never saw one for Log. I talk to Log's teachers constantly. Log told me his dad signed his and sent it back.

Here's the experiment:

4 Days Notice:
I texted him Thursday afternoon about Mr. C's Monday night conference.

(Then I emailed Log's teacher to get the time for him myself. Because I can do that. I do not helplessly wait for some idiot to give me info, I just get it for myself.)

Then I waited.

He then texted back on Friday afternoon after school, that he wanted me to re-schedule it to Tuesday. No way. He could have done that himself, parents can have their own times. I am not your secretary. Thanks anyway. So I just didn't reply other than to tell him the teacher makes her schedule. Hint hint. Call the teacher.

Jackass.

I waited. I waited some more.

Six Days Later: I have given up thinking I'll hear from The Dad about Log's conference. The experiment is a failure, I already know when his conference is and have in fact made an additional conference with another of his teachers at 5PM.

7.5  Hours Notice - at 9AM he sends me:
Logan's conf. Is today at 4:30.

This makes for great comedic material. I can see myself up on a big stage in a huge comedy club, "He complains I don't tell him things?" Then I think "Well if he wanted to know he could ask." So then I think, "Would he reciprocate? Would he tell me if I told him?" Then I think up this huge fantastic experiment to see what would happen.

The answer is a big fat no.

When I sent Carson's conference info on Thursday, some light didn't go off in his head "Ding!" Hey I should tell HER about The OTHER Conference. Did it? Did it not?

So if you get this type of info on Thursday why would you wait till Friday after school to ask another person to schedule a conference at your convenience????

I of course would prefer to just believe he is an idiot, and no, there was no cross referencing in his foggy little brain about one and the other and information sharing. But we all know that isn't true. If my brain is active enough to not only pre-think all this experimental crap out, but to also realize he will whine and complain if I don't tell him with plenty of notice when the damn conference is that I know about, we can also make the assumption that he knew exactly what he was doing when he waited till 7 hours before the conference to tell me about it.

So what do I text back?
Nothing?
Just the word "really" sounds good to me.
Do I say nothing?

Yeah so before I got on this tangent about the idiocy of certain lack of thinking, I was planning my day of errands and picking up things for Valentine's Day.

But I'm stymied. Is that appropriate wording for, uh, stuck sitting around in my nightie sitting eating oatmeal and contemplating, "Why won't my son work at school?"