As I’ve said before on this blog, I wasn’t born the most patient person. In two regards: 1. Doing something I dislike for an extended period of time to get results that aren’t guaranteed. 2. Tolerating annoying children. (Or people in general I suppose – if I don’t like you, you’ll know it right away).
Friday was tough. Hubs stressed from work, kids being wild and crazy. I was looking forward to our s’mores date at a friend’s but it turns out roasting marshmallows one after another and helping kids put together the sandwiches with cold fingers while they beg for more, trying to have a conversation with the other adults and keep the younger klutz away from the fire too, just isn’t so pleasant.
On the way out to the car we obviously both wanted drinks. We know each other so well all it takes it a LOOK. Hubs said I don’t have my wallet. I said I do, and a mask. He said I will follow you off a cliff. I drove home without stopping. Of course once the kids were in bed and we were all settled I was glad we hadn’t. It really is all about getting through that certain part of the night.
Similar situation Sunday. We were so excited to decorate the tree in the evening, but the kids get so excited and crazy it’s overwhelming to me, and the mess – I said “I feel like I’m a more fun and less uptight mom if I have some beer….” but we didn’t. The night was perfectly fine but it still feels like an effort at this point.
The pictured mug is from my time studying abroad, when I was 20 and drinking gluhwein at a x-mas market in Vienna. I left it in the basement this year.