We had a fun week. We had my family over for a BBQ Monday. Labor Day is usually reserved for RD's family, but due to some friction in the family, I felt free to make other plans. I used the excuse that I hadn't heard of any plans from his side - which isn't untrue really, we didn't get the invite until days before, but it's just one one of those assumed get togethers. But hating confrontation and awkward encounters, having my family over seemed quite refreshing.
For reasons I can't share (don't you hate it when people do that? sorry!), his sister isn't speaking to us, nor is she speaking to his mom. This is new territory for me. This is family. Family deals with things, right? I'm a total wienie when it comes to confrontation, but family is family, and you work things out. Right? Well...hard to work things out when the parties in question refuse to even take a phone call. So this should make the holidays interesting. Only time will tell...
Let's put the family drama aside...onto the rest of our week. The kids started preschool. Yeaaahhh!! They go two full days and one half day a week. Time to party!! I originally signed them up for one full day and two half days, but given kindergarten next year will be five FULL DAYS, it was recommended to me by several moms to sign them up for 2-3 full days this year to make next year's transition easier. So as much as I'm enjoying my "me time" right now, I'm also very conscious of this being my last year with the kids before the rest of their lives begin. School. Wow. They grow so fast.
RD went to Chicago this weekend for a golfing trip with some old college buddies. My mom and I took the kids to see Disney on Ice Saturday. They loved it. Last time we went to this arena it was for the circus, and we didn't make it past intermission. This time we made it to the end, with the kids wanting more. They're so much fun right now. Stressing me out to all limits still, but they "get" so much more. They're awesome.
Saturday night I went to the pre-party portion of a bachelorette party. It was the fiancee of one of RD's friends. I had already told her I would attend, so when I found out the party bus was leaving at 10 p.m. for FOUR hours, to say I panicked is an understatement. I'm 34, party days far behind me, I have three kids to get up with at 7 in the morning. So when I heard there was a pre-party party, I was all over that. Luckily I got away with attending the 8-10 festivities, then hopping in my mini-van to take my fuddy-duddy ass home. I have to admit, seeing all the girls dressed up in their...ah-hem...clubbing clothes took me back, and just for a second, a quick second I wished I was joining them (not that I have anything in my closet that would put me even close to what these girls were wearing). And if I had RD home to help me with the kids in the morning, I probably would have, but my 2 a.m. nights are over. I think I would've been good until midnight, then I would have been staring longingly at the door, dreaming of my soft bed. When SA came down at 1:20 a.m. asking me to fix his covers (grrrrr), I looked at the clock and just had to smile at myself. Ahhhh...that bed felt good.
