Put all that together and you've got yourself on heck of a weekend! Let's start with Friday - ah Friday, slept in a bit, ran some errands, got home, got chatting with a friend, and then pulled up the parental units - early! We visited enjoyed then went running errands, I spent money, we returned home and waited and waited for Bubba's arrival home "Early". Ah-ha. so in our wait - we opened a bottle of wine enjoyed some munchies and laughed and giggled and enjoyed. Then we decided to meet Bubba at the restaurant - old people have to eat - and frankly I was happy not to eat at 9:00 Pm.
Saturday was up out - Bubba had a massage, then the window guy came tried to sell his product when all we wanted was a estimate as to costs, then found out they don't do doors which is what we wanted. Bubba was not a happy camper. Poor salesman gave his estimate knew this was a waste of his time and gas and we all moved on with our day... I and Nana went to the Girls' meeting, Bubba and Pap went to play at the tool store. Its our lives.
Now as we invited my neighbors to go out to dinner - and she's on a diet we moved from dinner out to dinner next door and games. I thought it was a nice evening - Bubba was unhappy - but survived... as did Mom and Dad.
Sunday - they packed up and went home - whoosh it was whirled wind - which I guess is better than whirled peas - anything with peas in my book is bottom of the list - so there you go. First on the way home from breakfast and leaving the folks to head North, we stopped to get gas, I was driving it's my truck. Is there another man on the planet who would have sat there while his wife pumped her gas? Made an offer maybe? Mine did-- Sat his royal ass there and didn't even fake a moved to undo his seat belt.... thank honey way to tend to your wife... next dinner I serve you might be in your lap.
We get home and Bubba then went off to do this thing car wash, hair cut - whatever - go. I stayed home putzed with laundry and computer and then curled into my shell and buried my nose in a book. And in fine in-law -- that side of the family tradition - pop went the zen. Mother-in-law J calls can't get hold of Bubba - because he probably ignored her call first time 'round hoping I could deal with it... any who - she called, chats up I tell her to try him again he's not working and then like an idiot ask how she is...
And those who know and love me already have a 75% thought as to what is coming... my niece is prego with number 3.... yes the 23 year old is on her third. Her first is in the first grade and heavily medicated to keep him there, the second will be year old in a few weeks and her third will grace us in May. There are no words. Now I know - like I know my name most days, that this is a very personal stick stuck in a personal place and I deal with. I have mostly made my piece with all this ... but dagnabbit! She has no job, she isn't married, didn't finish high school and has a support system that most in home nannies would kill for - and whammo! Another one.
I really think the idiot award goes to Mum-in-law when she actual told me "I knew they wanted another one" REALLY? Can they support and deal with the two they have? Are they off the public dole? Are they married - yeah yeah - but still. And again stick, craw, personal and crabby. If they toss her another baby shower I will not hold my tongue - and I sure as heck ain't going - here are your diapers and receiving blankets in blue - now get out of my face.
How do you celebrate this? Really. This is not an accident - this is planned stupidity! So I stewed, called Nana as she was almost home, laughed about Bubba's reaction and went on with my day - still with popped Zen.
Bubba called home a bit later - and darn him anyway was first caring, asked had I spoken to his mother, asked if I was all right - moron... after the gas station he cared. Butthead. We talked a bit then he blurts, "My mother is an idiot and niece is a moron. What the hell were they thinking?" Baffled amazement coated in annoyed ticked off. And they wonder why we don't want to go home... outside of no place for us to sleep and really no place for my children with four legs. So kiss my grits. And that leaves me and Bubba in that dog house because - well you are bringing children into the world you can't tend to... AND expect others to do it for you. REALLY?
And I'm the bad guy because I tell younger niece with a future that it's not grandma's job to support idiot niece and her fun slide of reproductive system - where the F is off switch?
Ok, enough personal stick craw annoyed and baffled mad. I'm back to searching for job which is basically all I did all freaking day long - why am I driving into work for this? I dunno either, but I'm going home to wallow in rain soaked unhappiness and then go to my Ladies' group meeting. At least there someone likes me... I hope.
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