The Weekend from Hell
My weekend was very long and hellish. I don't know how I found my own, personal entrance into the pit of Hades, but I did. Yay me.
Friday afternoon was possibly the only pleasant day I had this weekend. (I call Friday part of my "weekend" because I only work half-days.) I got home from work and Jordan and I made a trip to Home Depot where we bought PVC to make the frame for the gurney we're doing for Halloween. Using my plans and Jordan's PVC cutting skills, we put the frame together in about an hour. It looks pretty sweet... but we might have to go buy some more PVC to help add stability to the railing. The rest of the evening, I spent frying my brains out watching Nanny 911 (among other things) on the television... while working on Operation: Top Secret.
I did get invited to go to dinner at Josh's house; but, considering the fact that every time I go over there I basically just sit around for 4 hours where I'm invisible to everyone except the Hellions, who jump on me and scream in my ears. I declined on this occasion because Jordan wasn't going to be able to go with me-- he was taking the T.E.A.M motorcycle training class. Besides, it wasn't like I wasn't going to see more of Jordan's family over the course of the weekend.
This weekend was filled with family time because Jordan's uncle (who is our age) was in town with his family. Jordan's Uncle Phillip is married to this very nice lady named Tracy. They have three girls: Andrea, the eldest; and Elizabeth and Evelyn, their twins. Their kids are better behaved than most, their parents watch them, and they can change diapers like lightning. Saturday evening was spent at Jordan's 'rents, where I met Phillip and his family for the first time. First impression = good. So they formulated a dinner plan and called up Josh and the Hellions to invite them. I was a little upset about this because I'd previously heard that it was going to be an "adult dinner" with "no kids". As soon as the Hellions arrived, I had to cringe. Especially with the latest Potty Adventure still fresh on my mind... and knowing that more kids equals more noise.
At some point in the evening, Jordan, Lydia and myself got into a conversation about what works and doesn't work with reguards to kids. Jordan mentioned that bribes worked for some kids. Lydia said that it didn't work. I said that not all kids are the same, so not everything works for everyone's kids. (The reason bribing doesn't work for her kids is because they're already spoiled rotten because mommy and daddy don't know how to say "NO".) Then Lydia said the dumbest thing I've heard... EVER-- "Well, when you have kids, you'll know."
I heard that and my first response was, "Son of a gun..." My second response was to go upstairs so I didn't clock her in the face, where I stayed until I cooled off.
Right. When I have kids I'll know. It's not like I don't watch your kids every Sunday or at every family gathering. It's not like I didn't date someone with a 6 y/o. It's not like I don't have another nephew or friends with children. So where do you get off telling me that I don't know anything about kids because I haven't popped one out? ... and seriously... why not check your luggage first, bitch. If it's the kids I don't have now, later it'll be "well, you'll know when you have a toddler/pre-teen/teenager/college kid/etc..." Give me a break. *eye roll*
After that, I was done. I told Jordan we had one hour before we had to leave. To my relief, Jordan's dad kicked us out anyway after Phillip and their family left.
The weekend continues Sunday. Jordan called someone in the church Primary presidency to let them know we wouldn't be able to teach class on Sunday because Jordan's family was in town and on last-minute notice, we couldn't find a sub for our class.
The hi-light of the day was that Jordan passed the motorcycle exam (that comes with his class). He now has a little M on his driver's license and can ride "motorbikes" (that's what I call motorcycles when Jordan calls them "bikes"... and it confuses me because I think "road bike"). The not-so-great-hi-light of my day was that the tide hit after a 2-month hiatus. I loaded up on pain killers and we hopped into the car and drove the hour to Sierra Vista.
(I'll have to continue this later, my mom called...)
Friday afternoon was possibly the only pleasant day I had this weekend. (I call Friday part of my "weekend" because I only work half-days.) I got home from work and Jordan and I made a trip to Home Depot where we bought PVC to make the frame for the gurney we're doing for Halloween. Using my plans and Jordan's PVC cutting skills, we put the frame together in about an hour. It looks pretty sweet... but we might have to go buy some more PVC to help add stability to the railing. The rest of the evening, I spent frying my brains out watching Nanny 911 (among other things) on the television... while working on Operation: Top Secret.
I did get invited to go to dinner at Josh's house; but, considering the fact that every time I go over there I basically just sit around for 4 hours where I'm invisible to everyone except the Hellions, who jump on me and scream in my ears. I declined on this occasion because Jordan wasn't going to be able to go with me-- he was taking the T.E.A.M motorcycle training class. Besides, it wasn't like I wasn't going to see more of Jordan's family over the course of the weekend.
This weekend was filled with family time because Jordan's uncle (who is our age) was in town with his family. Jordan's Uncle Phillip is married to this very nice lady named Tracy. They have three girls: Andrea, the eldest; and Elizabeth and Evelyn, their twins. Their kids are better behaved than most, their parents watch them, and they can change diapers like lightning. Saturday evening was spent at Jordan's 'rents, where I met Phillip and his family for the first time. First impression = good. So they formulated a dinner plan and called up Josh and the Hellions to invite them. I was a little upset about this because I'd previously heard that it was going to be an "adult dinner" with "no kids". As soon as the Hellions arrived, I had to cringe. Especially with the latest Potty Adventure still fresh on my mind... and knowing that more kids equals more noise.
At some point in the evening, Jordan, Lydia and myself got into a conversation about what works and doesn't work with reguards to kids. Jordan mentioned that bribes worked for some kids. Lydia said that it didn't work. I said that not all kids are the same, so not everything works for everyone's kids. (The reason bribing doesn't work for her kids is because they're already spoiled rotten because mommy and daddy don't know how to say "NO".) Then Lydia said the dumbest thing I've heard... EVER-- "Well, when you have kids, you'll know."
I heard that and my first response was, "Son of a gun..." My second response was to go upstairs so I didn't clock her in the face, where I stayed until I cooled off.
Right. When I have kids I'll know. It's not like I don't watch your kids every Sunday or at every family gathering. It's not like I didn't date someone with a 6 y/o. It's not like I don't have another nephew or friends with children. So where do you get off telling me that I don't know anything about kids because I haven't popped one out? ... and seriously... why not check your luggage first, bitch. If it's the kids I don't have now, later it'll be "well, you'll know when you have a toddler/pre-teen/teenager/college kid/etc..." Give me a break. *eye roll*
After that, I was done. I told Jordan we had one hour before we had to leave. To my relief, Jordan's dad kicked us out anyway after Phillip and their family left.
The weekend continues Sunday. Jordan called someone in the church Primary presidency to let them know we wouldn't be able to teach class on Sunday because Jordan's family was in town and on last-minute notice, we couldn't find a sub for our class.
The hi-light of the day was that Jordan passed the motorcycle exam (that comes with his class). He now has a little M on his driver's license and can ride "motorbikes" (that's what I call motorcycles when Jordan calls them "bikes"... and it confuses me because I think "road bike"). The not-so-great-hi-light of my day was that the tide hit after a 2-month hiatus. I loaded up on pain killers and we hopped into the car and drove the hour to Sierra Vista.
(I'll have to continue this later, my mom called...)