Back in June(-ish?), Erin and I planned a get-together. She was coming to visit me! And we were trying to set a date for it, and I was trying not to pee myself, and I said something to the effect of
"I can't think of a single thing that's going on in August. Except that the state fair is Aug 8-17th. It'll be fun. You can come during it if you want. Oh yeah, and Ally starts her first soccer game on August 19th. And I'm sure there's a Friday the kids don't have day care, but I only have last year's calendar, so I don't know exactly what day that will be. Uh, and I have a dentist appointment on the 7th.Or maybe there are a couple things going on in August. But none of it really matters"
Boy, was I wrong. August has been crazy busy. We had a wedding on the 8th out of town. We went to the fair 7 times. Rob's mom and step-dad, and sister and nephews stayed over a weekend. Mom planned a surprise open-house birthday party for my grandpa's 80th birthday party. My dad finally came back to IL (He's moving to texas, and was already down there) to pick up my step-mom and the rest of their stuff that's going with them, and one of Ally's friends had a birthday party. Those last 3 things all happened yesterday. On the day that Rob told his dad it would be all right to come visit.
I went nuts. Because he knew I was overbooked yesterday anyway. I had already had to tell my dad (my step-mom acutally, my dad rarely gets on the phone to me) that I couldn't come. Which I felt a little bad about, becasue I complain all the time that they don't ever come to visit us, and here I am not even going to say goodbye to them. Pot meet kettle. Except that we already been to 2 going away parties for them, so there IS that. Plus, they didn't say anything to me until like 4 days before.
Ally's birthday party was at Knights Action Park (a water park around here) and she hadn't gotten to see the little girl for a long time, because of some screwy custody issues, so of course I said yes to that. And, to be honest, I got the most advance notice on this one, because that mom actually called me a couple weeks ago.
I figured I could grab everybody after the party and run over to Grandpa's party. Saturday afternoon, I told Rob that he didn't have to go to Grandpa's with me. He could just stay home if he needed a break. Then, that night, his dad called and he told him that he was thinking of coming over the next day. And Rob said yes. UGH!
Rob forced me to think it through and, When I got over my grumpiness, I looked at the time schedule and figured out that what I had planned was impossible (or at least unfair. If I did it, I'd have to pull Ally out of the party early) anyway, and it was pretty easy to see that Grandpa's party wasn't going to happen for us. So I settled down and let go of some of the guilt. instantly, things got a lot less stressful. Ally had a great time at the party. Rob's dad got to the house before we got home, but it wasn't a big deal. We didn't rush, and still had time for a nice visit.
Erin had originally planned on coming this weekend, but things got turned around, and we're planning for the coming weekend instead. Only 4 more days until I get to meet my best internet friend for real. And I'm so glad that our original plans didn't work out, because I think our visit would have been less fun with all the stress. I have absolutely nothing planned this weekend* so we can have a good time. And by happy coincidence, Friday is the day that my day care is closed, so I don't even have to worry about pissing my pants in anticipation. I'll be at home already and have extra clothes readily available. heh.
I don't even know what we're going to be doing all weekend, but no one else is allowed to plan anything that I might be expected to attend. This is your official notice.
*yes, Darra, you're still welcome. You're always welcome here.