Lessee.
the ex was here for the weekend. That didn't make it wonderful to start with, but Sunday morning was good. Two youngest went to Sunday school after the chocolate thing. Yadda Yadda, I did up a turkey for dinner. the ex leaves.
Then, some bastich turns around in our driveway, and in the process drives over the youngest's bike, trashing it. They didn't bother to get out and let us know or say sorry or anything, just left the little kid to find it on his own. Then, one of the oldest's Easter gift of rollerblades shattered. Destroyed. That's what I get for shopping at Walmart.
Then, I get up in the morning to find the fridge trashed and the remains of a 16 pound bird less 5 plates worth and all the fixings have been stolen by the dog(s).
It wasn't the best holiday I've had.