Monday, July 25, 2011

Not In The Script

I'm cranky.
This is how today was supposed to go: Grant's last t-ball game was scheduled for 6:30. My mom and dad were going to show up to surprise him, and then they were going to take the kids back to their place for the week, coming back Saturday morning in time for all of us to go to our friend Amelia's 4th birthday party. During the week, I was going to read some books so I can return them to their owners, sneak some toys out of the kids' closets that they don't play with and will never think of again unless you ask them if they still want them, do some birthday shopping for Grant, PR for taiko, finally watch the Netflix movies we haven't had time for, go in person to a temp. service and give my information/take the usual tests, proof read more papers for Josh, and still somehow get caught up on sleep. I even had hopes that I could Rosetta Stone some languages, and maybe talk Josh into going out on Friday.
Grant's game was cancelled due to heat. It's so much cooler than it has been that it really and truly caught me off guard. I called my mom, and the new plan is that they will still come, but tomorrow right before I leave for taiko. And they'll come back Friday, not Saturday. I shouldn't be so upset about this, but I feel like I've suddenly lost a lot of time that I didn't realize I was counting on, but was. I really needed the time tonight. Tonight is gone. Tomorrow is gone. Tomorrow night is taiko. So that starts my time Wednesday morning. If I do the temp stuff and the birthday shopping, that will probably take all day (the nearest mall, and the nearest temp service, for that matter, is 45 minutes away). Then Thursday I have to get the PR stuff done. Depending on how long that takes, how many other papers Josh is going to give me, and what else comes up last minute, it's very likely that I won't realistically have time for anything else. Then Friday morning I will clean because my parents are coming again. So...the same stuff that always gets sacrificed will be again.
And it's REALLY not such a big deal. I'm upset anyway, though.
I saw Hall Pass with Josh last week. It wasn't as funny as Date Night, which I thought was okay, but mostly annoying, so that's not a good sign. I spent most of Hall Pass thinking, "Okay, you're trying to pass this guy off as a nice guy. Whether or not that is believable, I don't see anyone as nice as your wanting me to think he is hanging out with that other guy for ANY reason. He has no redeeming qualities. Not funny. Not nice. Not smart. Not charming. Not even wealthy. Nothing. And you want me to believe they're best friends?" I don't recommend the movie. It's not funny, and has nothing else going for it. It certainly wasn't worth giving up sleep time for.
However, Josh showed me the pilot episode of Better Off Ted, and I DID think that was funny. And appealing. And lovable. I couldn't say about the rest of the series, but the pilot is worth seeing.
I actually spent most of the day planning for Grant's 7th birthday party. I'm going to have lunch with my grandmother and some family at 11:30. We're going to a place that is actually co-owned by an old friend of their family. Then we will meet all Grant's buddies for ice cream at 1. After that, for those who are willing, cake will be served at my house, and water balloons will be thrown by the kids....at the kids (or any willing grown - ups). The birthday party ends at 4, but we plan for some friends to stay the whole evening. I'm trying to make the whole thing as low pressure as possible. I am asking people to eat ice cream with us, but coming to the birthday party doesn't have to go with that. And then some friends can stay on, but it's not expected or anything. I had fun making all the plans. I hope it will be a good day.
I'm about to make dinner for my children. Then I guess I will snuggle in bed and read The Happy Hollisters to them. Or maybe watch a movie. I can proof read while they do that.
I wish they would fix this site so that my spacing wouldn't be erased during the posting process.

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