Late this morning, about 11:30 am, I got a text from my ex-husband's fiancee, asking for my nanny's cell phone number. I immediately texted it back to her. About 5 minutes later, there was a knock at my office door (I work from home sometimes) and Nanny says, 'B just called, DS is at Urgent Care and getting stitches in his forehead.'
Um, excuse me?
Why am I finding this out from my nanny?
Why did B not tell me when she texted for Nanny's number?
Why did the school not call ME immediately and let me know?
I check my phone, no missed calls, nothing. It's on and sitting next to me, I'd been on and off the phone with customers and partners all morning, so I know it's working. As I'm writing a very strongly worded email to the teachers and office staff at school, trying to figure out how fast I can cancel my afternoon, I hear the chime that indicates a voice mail that was time stamped 10:30am from the school! Sure enough, it's the nurse saying he'd been hurt! It took over an hour to be delivered, plus I had NO missed call in my log. WTF Verizon?
By the time I figured out what was going on, DS was already stitched up and being dropped off at my house by a smug B who made sure to tell me what an inconvenience the trip to Urgent Care was. She missed a yoga class, you'd think she's Joan of Arc.
Long story short, B didn't tell me about what was going on because she assumed Ex had spoken to me. He hadn't, and I blame her because she should know by now what a moron he is. I spoke with him a couple of times and he blew the whole thing off as 'no big deal', but then again this is the same guy who has also blown off a heart attack and foreclosure of his home as 'no big deal'. He's a peach.
I called Verizon and they had to do some sort of Network resetting garbage to get my phone to function properly, gee whiz, thanks for that. Little too little too late.
At this point I'm waiting for various social media outlets to blow up indicating what a terrible mother I am and how I couldn't even be there for the 3 stitches in DS's head. My ex's family would blame me for the price of gas, if they could. Ugh.
The upside is that DS is home, completely fine, lounging on the couch with a movie and the remnants of his Halloween candy. The moral of the story is, reset the network settings on your Verizon phone once in a while and don't marry a moron.
Thanks for listening, pass the Malbec.