Troll-wife called me up at 5:50 pm yesterday to tell me she wanted to have the kids spend the night with her over her mother's house.  That means her plans fell through at the last minute and she was going to make a half assed effort at acting like a mother because it was convenient for her to do so.

I called up Beth and told her I had unexpected child care.  She suggested that I come over her house and "help her with her jigsaw puzzle" and drink some coffee. 

I had all the neighborhood kids over my house all day.  They like coming over the single dad's house.  "Don't set anything on fire.  Stay out of my room.  Don't break anything."  I ended up making cookies for them.  I'd run out of chocolate chips, so I was forced to make oatmeal cookies.  I used a little extra butter and left out the raisins. They turned out great.  Nobody liked them except for my daughter.  Damn kids couldn't tolerate oatmeal.

I made my kids food, because troll-wife isn't going to fucking feed them anything that doesn't come out of a microwave besides a frozen pizza.  She said she'd pick them up around 7:30.  I told Beth that she wouldn't arrive until 8:00 or 8:30, so I wouldn't be at her house until almost 9:00.

My prophecy was accurate and she didn't arrive until about 8:15.  I left and got over Beth's at about 8:40.  I was a little surprised that there was, indeed, a jigsaw puzzle partially completed on her kitchen table.  I'd brought over a dozen cookies and she liked them a lot.  We drank coffee, had a couple cookies, and talked for a while. 

While we were talking, Beth complained that she was sore from our last sexual escapade.  I was surprised due to the fact that I'm a big fan of foreplay, everything seemed to be working well, and she showed pleasant enthusiasm and vigor through the entire process.  When I asked her about it, she said it wasn't her naughty bits that were sore.  She said her ass and quadriceps that sore due to her unusual yoga positioning and enthusiasm.  I suggested that I give her a massage.  Giving an intensive rub to upper thighs and ass is foreplay.  We never did get any work done on that jigsaw puzzle, but I did find pieces that fit snuggly into other pieces.

We hung out for a while, talking and being close, and making out occasionally until almost midnight.  She wanted me to stay, but it was better for me to go home.  I had to pick up the kids from their grandmother's early and I live a lot closer to her than Beth does. 

On the way home, I stopped at Redrock to play cards.  I did a $200 buy in and played at the $1-$2 no limit table from 12:30 to 4:30.  I got down to $35 at one point, but ended up cashing $235.  That's not a lot for an hourly wage, but it was fun and I didn't lose anything.  Besides, I tipped a bunch of people, drank bourbon, and stimulated the economy while making almost $9/hour.

Picked up the kids at 9:30 this morning.  Daughter and troll-wife had problems (big surprise).  Daughter literally didn't sleep at all.  She's crashed on my couch right now.  I spent about 1/2 my winnings to take them to the breakfast buffet at Sante Fe station on the way home.

Daughter said that troll-wife "got all stern" with her, crossed her arms, stared her down, and demanded to know why she had "such an attitude."  Daughter said she pantomimed picking her nose, with her head turned to the side so you couldn't see her finger wasn't actually up her nose, and flicked phantom boogers at her mother until she went away.

Troll-wife has a long, hard road ahead of her to win back her daughter's trust.