I've been wide awake since 4:30am. That's what alcohol does to me. Isn't that great?! I think I drank more laast night than I have in a long time. I'm FAR too lazy to correct my spelling right now though.
I clearly remember a couple of years ago...I was standing in the kitchen at whatever house we were in at the time, and there were kids, all sorts of kids running around. Michelle was like "send them all home then!" and I said "Well, no. I'd rather be the house that everyone is at, I'll know where my kids are and still have peeps to hang out with." or something to that effect.
And in the true spirit of getting whatever I want....I welcome you to Grand Central Station.
Almost every weekend seems to play out close to the same way. At some point, neighbors come over, then family shows up, kids are playing and I have the best time. Last night was even better because we played cards too. I warned Amy early on that Danny and Deb might stop by, and then everyone in the world except for Danny and Deb stopped by. The Holcombs have officially been broken into the Hayes family now, mostly. We were only missing a couple of them. We'll see if they come back for more! I have to say that I'm completely impresssed. When Amy first ever came over, she knew no one cept my sister, and I wouldn't have blamed her at all for feeling like she put her time in and thank you very much, NOT going over there again....but she came back. More than once even!!! Steve too (hi if you're reading this!)...and now I think I get to keep them. :D
I hope everyone made it home safe. At the end, Cullen got a little drunker and drunker by the minute, which was gross. I'm the ONLY fun drunk out there, I guess (hahahhahahahahah!!!!). Chuck called me a bubble head (?) and my husband couldn't keep himself from being a jackass to me. I know you've heard me wah about it before, but you're going to hear it again. He seems to think that I don't deserve to ever sleep in because he works 6 days a week. Mind you, he did NOT work yesterday (Sat) and slept in til 10:30 or so. And he'll do it again this morning. Every now and then when I REALLY complain, he'll let me. When he's sober he does a good job of acting like I actually DO deserve it, but I have a feeling that the way he really feels is closer to how he is when he's drunk. Today, I don't care. I'm wide awake. It's probably more the principle of it anyway. Although I skipped doing HIS laundry the other day, and he takes everything he needs for lunches to work with him (I used to make his lunch), I still try to tell him how much I/we appreciate him working so hard. And i offer for him to quit Fed Ex ALL THE TIME.....but I feel like it's rare that he acknowledges the juggling I do daily. Tired of hearing it yet? It almost makes Mothers Day bother me because I don't feel honored 95% of the time. (Must admit that now and then he'll come home with flowers and a card that the kids pick out, just because. Now and then is....? Not that often. I appreciate it when he does it, but you know. Hearing it more often than that wouldn't flippin KILL ME.)
He stayed up to have one more drink, which was just what he DIDN'T need (He clunked his head on the bathroom wall, he wsa so drunk) (it's probably not right for me to even be blogging that kind of stuff, but maybe he could control himself better?) and I'm sure he passed out on the couch at some point. When he came to bed he woke me up and was sleeping way too close to me. I felt irritated with him then, and I do now, and now I have one whole day to want him as a friend again. I guess it was a good few weeks I had of not feeling like this, wasn't it? I'm too lazy to go back and look, but I don't think he's been such a dumbass for quite a while.
HOw is it that he drinks so much more often than I do, but I do it so much better? <------HAH!!! I don't actually know that, for all I know I'm a stupid drunk too.
Okay. Back on the couch to snuggle with my blanket and await the beginning of the day. My FAVORITE part of Sunday is coming up soon!
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