this week seemed to drag. all week. i was so glad to see friday, but then friday dragged too. the extra kids were full of "it" all week. and that was on top of the usual stuff. needless to say, i was really excited about friday. we were going to celebrate A's birthday with the Daddy's father. we were going to wind down the week with the start of a fun, yet busy weekend. didn't happen that way. huge surprise!
the mommy of the extra kids showed up late. i was just hoping she could get here on time so we could get the weekend started. didn't happen that way. she is a teacher. i understand that things come up. i understand that things happen. but, every day?! she decided to run an errand on the way home. fine, but make sure you left on time before you did it!!!! ...and maybe say something about it to the daycare provider/sister. but, then again, i am probably expecting too much...no, no, it's that i just don't understand. she is right. i don't understand. i don't understand why she couldn't just leave on time one day of the week.....friday. and then, she comes in and, even after telling her that she needed to be on time because i had plans, she decides to sit and wanted to talk...about her "stressful" day. yeah, i wanted to hear it...not.
then the Daddy called. he was going to be late. really late. he thought maybe 8:00 or 8:30. (it ended up being 12:30 a.m.) any way...A was so excited about going out for dinner with grandpa for her birthday...and so bummed that the Daddy wasn't going to make it. the Daddy suggested we still go. to dinner with his father. alone. without him. i know, that isn't really a big deal to some, but i am not close to my f.i.l. the kids aren't even very close to him. i know, sad in some respects, but it is what it is. i really didn't want to do it. but my princess needed to be able to celebrate as she had planned. who was i to take that away. we went. we survived. we had a decent time. she was happy...which made me happy. that part was good!
today was a get together with my m.i.l. side of the family. it could be fun. the kids would play with the cousins. the Daddy and I would see family we don't often see, good potluck food would be eaten. didn't work out that way. lots of tension in the Daddy's immediate family right now. still had some laughs and good times, but always the underlying tension. this morning, i didn't care about going. i hadn't made our dish to pass...hadn't completely decided what to take for the dish to pass. earlier in the week the Daddy was supposed to get the details about the dinner, what was expected, the time line....all important to know in my book. didn't happen that way. i called the Daddy and he said he forgot...i should call. thanks! i did. the f.i.l was very vague. great! i did some networking. he told others to bring some of the same things. whatever. so today i just was not caring. why should i? it sometimes seems that the persons in charge and most connected don't care, so why should i? i have my own business to worry about. and then this morning the daddy says - maybe you should have decided and prepared the dish to pass last night. what...when i was out to dinner, celebrating our daughters birthday, with his family?! thank you very much...of course i could have, but i just didn't feel like caring. anyway, i decide on a dish to prepare, put it in the oven, set the timer, and went about preparing everyone else for the soiree. the Daddy was busy outside. he finally came in the house, the timer went off and he turned off the oven. i was in the shower. i finished getting myself and the kids ready to go as the Daddy changed his clothes to go. we were running late....event is from 12-5. we are going to get there about 12:30. i hope like the dickens they aren't eating right at 12. we go to get the dish out of the oven, and it isn't done! the center is still soupy! crap! the Daddy suggests we go, drop off him and the kids, and i run to the store. fine. we will do that and our dish to pass will be crackers and cheese. we can work it. we get there, and, other than my f.i.l, we are the first people there! my f.i.l hasn't even picked up the chicken he ordered from a caterer! so...why don't we just stop and pick up the chicken after we stop at the store? are you kidding?! but of course we can. we do. in the end, it turns out o.k. i told myself to make the best of the day and have a good time...that is what i would like my kids to do/learn. i did. a decent time was had by all who attended. there was low turnout for the party. as a bonus (that is how i am choosing to look at it) we got to leave earlier than expected, even after we helped to clean up. cross that off the list. but, do i really need this drama?! of course, the Daddy feels that i bring it on to myself. because i should just not worry about it. maybe i do...a little...
yet, if i didn't worry about anything, and he doesn't worry about anything, would anything get accomplished?
so tomorrow is the last day of our weekend. we have another celebration to attend in honor of A's birthday. this time with my side of the family. i hope it starts out better than the events of the last two days. A deserves a good day. of course, it stands a better chance. because i took care of it. i did the worrying about it. it will be accomplished.
i guess i should just count my blessings. the Daddy isn't a control freak. he lets me do my thing without the grief that others might get. he frustrates me at times, but, i love him. thank you, honey for not worrying about it...you know i have it covered....i guess we just balanced each other out...again.
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