Oh man, Couch.

Blindsided today.

The kids' dad and I drew up wills to make sure the kids are protected. In addition to the paperwork I was expecting, the attorney drew up power of attorney paperwork.

So there I am in the middle of this meeting with a very nice attorney trying to figure out how to tactfully say to both of them that there is NO WAY in F***ing H-E-double hockey sticks that I am signing over that kind of control to him.

@$#%&@*&%$#@

I navigated it pretty gracefully (I think, it seemed graceful inside my head, anyway), but now I am having a delayed reaction. I am p*ssed off and I want to barf.