More drama over here at the fun house. Appliances were scheduled to be delivered today, which I told Mr. Donkey, who said yesterday it was OK for the delivery people to move the ones he's taking into the garage. This morning he tells me to move my car because it may get scratched (while he's putting stuff into his van) and of course I get snarky with him. Seriously, though, why would my car possibly get scratched when our driveway is big enough to hold 3 cars across??? Because of that, he told me he would not allow the delivery people to touch "his" appliances (I had to point out they're still community property) for fear of them damaging them. Next thing I know he's saying he'll call the police if anyone touches him, he's recording the entire interaction with the delivery people, he's telling them we're in the middle of a divorce, and I know they're just thinking we're a couple of nut cases.
On top of that, now he's telling me that I will only have our daughter from Sat morning to Mon morning and he'll have her the rest of the time. Over my dead body!!!
Oh, and he may not be moving out this Sunday. Apparently that date wasn't actually the move date (even though his email says it is) - it's the date when he'll have all his "inside items" moved out. He won't be officially moved out until his "outside items" are moved as well. Isn't it lovely how he can just change his mind on a whim?