After 2+ years of baby-momma criticizing us for not living in E-town, she is now horrified that we will be living 1.5 miles from her (at her parents house) and the walk-in closet that she keeps the boys in. She has convinced them that it's their room. She really needs to get her shit together. But since that won't happen thanks to the Russians and their potato products, we have worked tirelessly to get our shit together. Now it's all falling into place. I couldn't ask for a cuter or more spacious cottage. It even has a huge play-fort for the kids right in the back yard. The thing I really like is that the back yard is fenced-in, which means no more dogs in the house! Yay-squared! My poor dogs don't want to be in the house any more than I want them to be in the house.
I feel the drama and bad luck coming to an end. We've just kept our heads down and kept on going. It's been a rough road. I had a feeling that our hard work would lead us to at least one good thing, and it looks like it's happening. We move in Oct. 1st. Baby-Momma called us special yesterday to tell us that she won't be letting the boys visit us on days that aren't our custody days. That's cool, because since we live so close now, we're filing for more custody! Besides, she needs to look at their little faces and tell them no herself when they ask if they can go over to daddy's house for a visit. I don't know why she called us to let us know that. Maybe it has something to do with her being an el-supremo-twit.