We had a good weekend with friends. It was a long drive--about 9 hours each way--but worth it. I really needed a drastic change of scenery to get out of my head for a while.
Unfortunately, the Games weren't very well run. The board is made up of a bunch of people in their own little world, but I don't really care about that or the terrible service at the restaurant we went to Saturday night. Their screw-ups gave me more time with my friends, even if the lousy service did make for a late night for all of us. Three hours for dinner (party of 8) in Europe isn't unusual. Kansas is a different story! And that's not including the hour we had to wait for a table.
Today life is feeling a little more like it did before the shit hit the fan. We have our local Games next weekend, and my bard may be coming to help in the clan tent. (That's up in the air right now. I heard last night he left the Games early yesterday with what sounded like food poisoning. We were back in IL by then.) That means I have to get ready for company and the Games, which are Friday night and Saturday. I also have to pack to leave Sunday morning for MI. We're having a family reunion of sorts at Mom's. I'll be there until Wednesday, and then I'll have six days to get ready for the first of the Boys. Yup, it's that time again. I can't believe it. It's been so cool here lately it feels more like May than almost July.
I'm not sure I mentioned it here, but Eric finally got the formal offer letter from the bank. He starts work there next Monday. He's looking forward to starting a job that will better utilize his skill set. All it means for me is the benefits shuffle, and he's back to zero on vacation days with the Boys coming. It's getting old being in charge of entertainment by myself.
So that's where we are right now. The potential to be overwhelmed is there, but at least that's familiar, and there's something to be said for that.
4 comments:
Sounds like your dance card is full!
Do you ever wonder who originally threw the poop into the fan? And why? What made them think, "I should do that and see what happens"? I wonder thinks like that.
Congrats on the job for Eric!
Maybe the Boys should entertain you. And cater to your every whim. :)
Congratulations on the new job, Eric!
I love Stephen's suggestion for the Boys. ;) I think they're grown up enough to take care of "Mom" now.
Exactly, Jean. They should carry her around on a couch like Cleopatra. Hmm, I wonder if she was really carried around like that. Sounds dangerous. Well, scratch that idea, but whim catering is a good thing. A very good thing.
LOL I love that. I'll draw the line at being carried on a couch. I don't like heights, and while only one is especially tall, none of them are particularly graceful! The trouble is I've been the mom for so long they're willing to let me do the planning and go along with it. They don't even make suggestions when I ask for them, and believe me, I've been asking for years! All I ever get is "whatever you want is fine."
I would hope that no one ever actually threw poop in a fan, just maybe thought about it and decided it would be a huge mess. Or maybe someone's kid threw something else in the fan, spaghetti maybe, and the mom was grateful it wasn't poop.
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