I have no life (right now)…

I’ve tried to start this post many times. 

Every time I do, the phone rings, and it’s usually a parent that isn’t sure how to do something, like the hair for their little one’s dance, or the makeup, or something along those lines.  Only in August did I dread the phone this much.

Fortunately, the parents sound pretty happy on the other end, they just want a quick answer to their question.

Knock on wood.

This past weekend was a busy one, the first festival of the year for the kiddos.  It had its ups and downs (the little one that had an accident backstage isn’t exactly what I’d call a highlight), but overall, I thought it went pretty good.  I hope the parents do too.

This weekend is pictures and the weekend after this is another festival.  I’m starting to get danced out.

So, yes, excuses, excuses.  I could find two seconds to write, but sometimes a girl just needs some down time.

And in a random note…

Yesterday, I got home late from teaching, and the neighbours phoned and we ended up going over for a few drinks.  B had to work at 4:30 (apparently there’s this god forsaken time in the morning that some people have to get up at), so the decision to go over was left to him, but he could tell that I wanted to have a conversation with people that don’t pick their noses on a regular basis (or at least are more subtle than the 3 kids I saw scratching their brains yesterday) so we went over for a few.

Or at least I did.  B had one and chilled, but someone else in our house may have had 4, and was really feeling it due to the fact she hadn’t eaten since about 11 and it was 9:30 at night.  And is also very fortunate that she didn’t wake up with a hangover this morning.

So we’re sitting there chilling, and one of the guys wives phones.  Since college, I’ve been more of a ‘one of the guys’ kind of girl, not the phone your husband 40 times and bitch him out that he’s not home.  If I’m mad at B that he’s out partying to the wee hours of the morning, it’s because I wasn’t invited in the fun.

However, we do not have kids, just that furry one, so I’m not in her shoes.  So I can only understand from my point of view. 

But, the situation was that this guy happened to stop in to pick up some jerky from our neighbour. (can you hear the banjos in the background?)  One thing led to another, and he ended up sticking around later than he planned, with more beers than he was intending.  We ended up showing up when the guys were about 3 hours into it, so we missed most of the shindig.  But we stayed long enough for me to be feeling it. 

The guy in trouble never phoned his wife to let her know that he was going to be late.  So, yes, I’d be choked too.  At least phone so that a person knows that you’re not dead and lying in a ditch.  But when he does phone?  She gets mad at him.  So in the years that they’ve been together, he’s started lying to her (saying that work is taking longer) so that he can hang out with the guys for a bit.

This happens, less than once a month, if that, where he wants to hang out with the guys, and he doesn’t phone her.  So not every night, but often enough that it’s happened before.

This time however, dude had had enough to drink that he couldn’t drive home, so B said he’d take him, no problem.  B actually phoned this guys wife, to let her know that this was the plan.  Two minutes later, she calls back on her cell phone because she’s on her way to pick him up, and he better be ready.

Three honks later, dude is taking his sweet time, so his wife comes in, makes a scene, and he gets hauled out of there like some little kid with his hand in the candy jar.

Now, I can understand why she’s mad.  But.  I would have tried to save the scene for the house.  Or at least the car so that everyone couldn’t hear me losing my shit.  But that’s just me.

Complication:  We’re really good friends with these people.  She’s my closest friend in this little town that we live in, and so now I’m kind of embarrassed for her, but I don’t really know what to say.  I can understand her side, to a point.  I can only understand from my side looking in. 

I don’t know what to say to her without it being awkward. 

I should have just stuck to the people that pick their noses…