There are some things in my life that I know --- and still manage to forget or ignore. For a trip to the homestead in PA I think it is complete and total amnesia in regards to my husband's "attitude" as we pack for home.
Now this trip we must couple the fact that he hadn't eaten all day which by post lunch time means he's as happy as a PMS Bear with a thorn in its paw. If you've been reading up this past month you will see that the posts have been hit and miss and when I do post - it's mostly full of stuff I have to get done. Well today was it's done or it's not day... I was up and moving, fed the dogs, and took that quiet 30 minutes to myself... probably a good thing. Bubba was up and showered and had a work thing at 8:30. He smartly positioned himself in the office only he didn't shut the door so as I was upstairs plunking around in the kitchen I heard his call... I went down stairs and shut the door... dorkus.
Then... 2 hours of Zen, nails, fingers and toes and rubba-dub-dub. Ahhhh then I got home and I was surprised to see that the husband and my car - were not. Now when I left he was working on our shower - he wanted to fix the drip drip drip and not let it go the whole time we were gone. Fine... but that also meant that the car wasn't loaded and it would be longer before he was fed and watered - never good news.
Thankfully the fix was quick - but not before he was crabby patty because there wasn't anyone there to help him at 11:00 AM on a Wednesday at the local do it yourself warehouse store- think about it Bubba. So - in a fit of I don't know what - I said I would get the car set up for pups (in the back seat) and load the Christmas 'haul'... of course Harry Helpful wasn't as he stood around hauling stuff out and just dumped stuff in the back of the family truckster and stood there looking at me because I (note it was all me) over shopped for the family. I did point out that I did have one large bag for MY family and 2 large bags for his... but I overspent. Grump, grump grumble grumble. First Bank then food, of course there was this entire mess to get from point A to point B and Major Crankypants was out in FULL force... so by the time we got to the local fast food location - for which we had coupons! (because we had to have coupons!) He finally, after 10 minutes, made up his mind, (again at a FAST FOOD place) we ordered lunch and we ate.
Now I have blocked the source of the nasty words spoken to me at the local fast food joint because if I don't do that regularly - I would indeed be the next Lifetime movie Snapped - only they would have to dramatize mine with Ronald McDonald. And is it possible to murder a man with a Big Mac? - at least quickly? Best not to ponder; besides you don't want to traumatize the children.
So, up- productive - finally fed - and on our way - and of course it is raining which of course makes our hero oh - so very happy. We begin our journey and luck be the anything but a lady in MY world - she tosses road work and a back up on our way along with fog, rain, and at one point driving rain and of course my husband's complete inability to stay within the lines of the road there by giving us the run along the ribbed side of the road making the dogs nuts or the thumpa thumpa as we ride over the divots between the lanes... I read - it is a sanity saving device. Trust me.
There is very little discussed on our way and that is probably a good thing, but of course now he is fed and happy so the attitude has taken a decided positive adjustment... amazing how that works - and yet HE never admits to it being an issue. Someday I am going to remember to tape his royal crankiness when he hasn't been properly fed and watered and then tape in 30 minutes later when he's all sweetness and love - and he STILL probably won't get it. And again why bother...
Moving on - we arrived at Casa'd parental units and per usual "invade" dogs, their stuff, our stuff, Christmas, and clutter - WE'RE HERE!!! All is well until I stupidly ask my husband to take off the harness from Shelby - it's a doggie attach to seat belt thing.. and she peed all over Nana's dining room... And this was no nervous tinkle this was a I wasn't outside long enough to find the right place to go - river. Thankfully not on the carpet - cleaned up and moved on. Of course Major Crankypants was back in full force, and his friend Mr. Not-Helpful made an appearance as I asked for a plastic bag to house said yucky paper towel - Mr. Not-Helpful tries to walk in the same direction as the mess instead of turning around and going the other way... which technically was closer to where the plastic bags were... but hey... So I got up got the bag mutter to myself all sorts of fun and festive football words go the mess cleaned up and had several beers with dinner. See it all works out in the end.
Thursday as I post this (started last night in order to keep my hands busy from googling how to murder and get away with it - I know where to bury a body - apparently there is an Apple App for that now) we have made cookies, abused the husband a bit and created a video via email to annoy Bubba's sister. Fun no?
Final note - once again I will be persona non-grata at my in-laws because my dorky husband told his parents we are already in PA. We aren't going up there until Saturday. I did ask before we left home if he'd made plans with his family (he said no!)
He called again and his mother asked when we were coming up... I offered to go up tomorrow I was replied to with a flat NO. So fab-u-lous - I am the daughter in law who won't let her husband see his family when the opposite is true. But that is his decision and I am not going to stick my nose in it... just here. Because I can here - this is MY happy place and ... never mind. We'll just -- my happy place remember that.
Stay tuned, we have trip into Pittsburgh planned and of course the in-law "pop by" and other assorted Christmas goodies. Good thing Nana making egg nog - forgot mine at home.
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