Last night CSP, Zoe and I went over to Sara’s for dinner since my father was in town. Jake and Joey were uber cute and the weather was great. We hung out outside for a while before dinner watching the boys ride their bikes. Joey had a bit of trouble with his helmet. He says the funniest things now. At one point he dropped something (or something) and said “Aw, tarter sauce!” SO cute. Apparently that’s Spongebob for Oh Darn. After dinner Zoe supervised the boys’ bath then they went to bed. So did my father. At like 8 something. Don’t get me started. He just makes me so mad that he’d come all this way to visit then spend the whole time watching tv and not talking to his family. And when he did talk to me the only thing he asked about was the adoption. I filled him in and do you know what he said to me? “You know, there’s nothing wrong with NOT having children.” Then he reminded me that I am 35 years old. Ugh. I could have slapped him. Cause you know, there IS something wrong with not having children when you’ve wanted to be a mother since you were a child yourself. If he knew me at all he would have never said such a thing. Please don’t defend him or comment here that “well maybe he was just…” whatever. Just a warning that his visits usually funk me out for a good few days. Nightmares, anxiety, the works.
Anyway, he went to sleep so CSP, Sara, Marc, Zoe, and I retired to the screened in porch and hung out for a while before we came home. I love so much that we’re all such good friends as well as family. We have a great time together.