With one holiday under our belts, hopefully everyone made it through intact.
My father in law casually mentioned at dinner that my husband has a half brother missing part of his frontal lobe, and that it wasn’t epilepsy after all. Gee, don’t you think that would’ve been some handy information to pass along? I know they’re half siblings, but we have no idea which parent that tendency came from. Given that we’ve got two ASD kids, I’m going to say it’s Dad. I almost want to get my kids’ heads examined now- literally. Just to see if all the parts are there.
My kid spent Thanksgiving day puking and my FIL was totally oblivious to the fact that I was scrubbing his couch and floor and everything else my kid puked on for about the first three hours he was sick.
I was thankful for the time we lived with my in laws between houses a couple houses ago so that I knew where Walmart is there. I was also thankful Walmart was open Thanksgiving day and thanked every employee i saw.
On said Walmart trip for Pedialyte and other sick kid supplies, I saw a lady with a Santa mustache.
The boys were good for the entire two hour car ride except the last 15 minutes – both ways. It doesn’t matter where we go, or how long we’re in the car. That last 15 minutes is hell.
The nephew and his girlfriend came to visit Wednesday. She’s allergic to onions. At dinner, the poor girl had to sit there and listen to what sounded like a table orgy as we ate the double crust white (yes, it’s THAT good). It’s a shame she’ll never get to taste it because without the onions, it’s just a pocket of cheese in crust.
The restaurant where we ate 6 months ago that had the cigarette machine is now for sale.
The day my 5yo puked all day he felt fine that night and didn’t sleep. He kept my husband and I up every hour, sometimes every half hour or 20 minutes. All.night.long.
I’m not nice when I’m tired. I’m even worse when I’ve been awakened. I’m a raging bitch when someone wakes me up all night every time I’m just getting back to sleep.
It’s good to be home and back to my heated mattress pad. My own food. My Keurig (I’m such a spoiled Princess). My bathroom. And even the leaky ceiling because it’s our space.
Hugs!! At least we can see the humor in it!! I am always happy to be home after any gathering.