"[Kate] tried to come home yesterday and I wouldn't let her in the gate and I guess she called the police," Gosselin told Splash News the following day, explaining that he hired a babysitter to watch after his brood because he had to "get things done" and their mother came over because she didn't approve.
"It was a miscommunication," he added. "She tried to 'cry it up' with the cops and it didn't work. They said, 'You have to leave.'"
For some dads, tearing through Pennsylvania, New York City, the Hamptons (with Major) and St. Tropez (with Glassman) in the span of two months would justify spending the rest of August swaying in a hammock, swigging a bottle of beer. Not Gosselin. The next stop on his summer of love: Las Vegas, to host a pool party at MGM Grand's Wet Republic Aug. 29.
Considering all that has happened this season, Gosselin may want to consider a different course of action: going to his brand new apartment on Manhattan's Upper West Side, locking the door, shutting the blinds, crawling into bed and blasting "Cruel Summer" (either the Bananarama or the Ace of Base version, depending on which generation the 32-year-old dad considers himself) on repeat until the leaves, and maybe his luck, start to turn.