Busy Weekend

This past weekend was a busy one and I am pooped.

Friday was a PA day for Sam and Jules. This school gives PA days like nobody's business. I don't recall getting this many days off when I was a kid. In fact, I think we went to school 365 days a year.

It's become almost a tradition for the children to go to my inlaws for the first weekend in December. So, after an extremely healthy breakfast (read: doughnuts from Tim Hortons) we headed off for the hour drive north. We didn't have any snow here on Friday and Jules drifted off to sleep then woke up and was shocked to see all the snow everywhere.

I intended to only stay for a cup of tea then head back home so I could do some Christmas shopping with Jordan but I was invited to stay for lunch and the children really wanted us to stay, so we did.

Lots of drama when it came time for me to leave. I felt so sad that they were crying and asking me to bring them back with me. I hate that my inlaws' feelings would have been hurt by it, because they didn't mean to be hurtful. Anyway, I'll skip the details because they are so sad.

Later that afternoon I got an email from Sam pleading with me to "at least visit" them the following day. I talked to Ian when he got home from work and we called his parents to see what was going on. We all decided that if Sam was still that upset the next day, we would go and get them and bring them home. (It wasn't necessary because they had settled down the following morning after a good sleep.)

In the evening I went to a Christmas party at a friend's home. Ladies only :-) I brought a friend with me and it was a really lovely evening. The woman who hosted it is from my church so I knew a lot of the people there. I suck at small talk. I truly do. If I am comfortable with someone, I will talk until their ears drop off their head, but I can't do small talk. Good thing my friend is very comfortable and gracious so I let her do the work ;-)

Afterwards I met up with Cindy at our usual haunt. We even got Jen to come out at that hour and visit with us. I think we left around 1am. Yikes. Love those girls. I got to see them twice in the same week! YAY!

Saturday morning Jordan and I tagged along with Ian to see one of his Christmas shows. I don't think I've ever told you that Ian is a magician. Yep, he is! He does children's shows, adult shows, you name it and he rocks. It's been a few years since I've seen him do one and as usual he was excellent. At the end of the show he got all of the children to sing Jingle Bells and then Santa arrived. I got teary watching them get so excited to see Santa. Then before I knew it, I was crying. And... I also got teary watching the kids get excited when Barney arrived.

Barney!!

Freak.

Yes... so I think I know what's wrong with me. Between being tired and weepy, I no longer think it's mono or lupus. I think its menopause.

The Change of Life. Isn't that what they call it? Ugh... like 20+ years of PMS isn't enough, we get to experience menopause.

!!!

Moving on...

After a nap in the afternoon, we wrapped all of the children's gifts so we could drive them crazy when they got home from their grandparents. They aren't allowed to even touch them until Christmas morning. Ha ha.

Cindy offered to watch Jordan for us in the evening so we went on a date.

Oh yes, friends. A kid-free evening, doing grown up things. Dinner out... not having to repeatedly pick up things that the 8 month old drops...not having to remind the children over and over to eat their dinner, stop fighting, keep their voices down, etc....

After dinner we went to see Transporter 3 and while the plot was a little weak the action was unbelievable. Most excellent. Loved it.

Cindy would text me periodically throughout the evening to let me know that Jordan was fine. I truly appreciated that, because even though she is my third child, I worry as though she is my first.

This morning we headed off to the early service at church as Ian was teaching Sunday school. Great worship today.

After putting my house back in order, the children arrived home and all felt right again in my home. I miss those little creeps when they are away! Dinner was especially lively tonight as they shared what they had done all weekend. Its good to have them home.

Not much on the agenda for this week which will be nice. I'm going to try to finish my Christmas shopping so I can relax and enjoy the season for its true meaning.

Want to know what really gets on my nerves? When people type/say "Merry Xmas". Hello! It isn't X's birthday, it's Christ's birthday, thank you very much. And the other thing that bothers me - really, really bothers me - is the whole "Happy Holidays" thing. It's CHRISTMAS! I don't care if people are bothered by Christmas... I don't complain about Diwali or Ramadan or Hanukkah (sp?) and demand that they get "Happy Holidays".

Oh I am too tired to rant. I have menopause you know.

Talk to you tomorrow!