Oh glorious weekend!
Friday I sent Hubs and kids to his moms. The big kids came up with CREW for some of her family shenanigans but dropped them off at the MILs after dinner. While I felt <this much> bad for not spending as much of the weekend with them as I could, I also needed some alone time from everyone and that need trumped my need to be Mother To All.
I joined everyone after sleeping in on Saturday and hung out until about dinner time. Then a friend from work picked me up and she and I went out for a girl’s night that had been planned well before I knew the big kids were coming up and well before things between Hubs and I had reached this weird truce/tension.
She and I had a couple of drinks and dinner at bar around the corner from the venue and then we went to see The Xx. I love, love, love this band. They only have 2 albums out to date, and they are definitely on the upswing. My Death Cab For Cutie Station on Pandora played cuts from their first release so much that I finally created an Xx station of its own. The show was so amazing, I really didn’t expect them to be so powerful live, but they were.
Of course, we were way too jazzed to call it a night after the show, so a dancing we went! Y’all, I haven’t gotten to go dancing in for fucking ever! We ended up in a smallish, literally underground club where the music and my feet never stopped. My ears are still ringing. I needed that so much. My body needed it, my soul needed it.
I crawled into my own bed, in an empty house (folks still at the MILs) around 3 am. Yesterday was lazy and chill. Hubs and the little kids came home around lunch and the weather was so nice the kids played outside until dinner time.
As always, Hubs was a bit of a douche about the whole thing. But I’m used to that by now. I can’t help it if his actions have led to his worries that I am the one who can’t be trusted. I’ve come to expect his tension and attitude and assumption that this time will be the time I exact my revenge on him by blowing every guy in sight. I can’t battle his hang ups. I can calmly attempt a discussion, but it never gets us anywhere and it never makes him feel any better.
I didn’t get to meet the newest family addition. She hasn’t been able to come home yet, due to some complications during delivery. Apparently she swallowed some of her own poo and now has a pretty serious infection and they have to monitor her closely. I feel bad that it’s not been a smooth transition for them, but maybe there will be a silver lining in regards to bonding and all that to be discovered once it’s all said and done. Anyway, it’s a bit scary.