Nothing makes me angrier than when my ex husband showers the kids with gifts on his weekends. I tell them they have to wait for certain toys. I bribe them with the hopes of maybe on a day when they spontaneously clean their rooms and pick up after the dog, that coveted item could be theirs. Then before I’ve used that vague promise to its fullest, he buys them each two toys! Come on Santa Daddy, cut me some slack. Isn’t it bad enough you drained my checking account as well as my emotional savings? I can’t compete as a single Mom on a nurse’s salary. Sure I can provide latex gloves and all the tongue depressors a kid could want, but video games and designer duds? Not this millennium. I’m sure I sound bitter and I suppose I should be happy he’s stuck buying the goods, but that means he gets the glory too! I want some superficial love. I’m get the needy, help me with my homework I feel sick can I sleep with you make me my favorite dinner kind of love. Hold on, that’s the stuff that sticks! That’s the stuff they put Mommy in the ritziest retirement home on the planet for! I’ll take it. Good luck finding a decent canasta game in the North Pole Santa Daddy.