Home At Last
A few key points to mention:
1. HDToddler is still on Portland, OR time, I think. So he was still 'unwinding' at 11 on Thursday night (read: HDH was 'playing' with him). Which is not fun when you are all sharing one room - when Daddy wants to read before bed - and when HDToddler feels like banging away on the wall.
2. When turning out the light to go bed (finally), Daddy remembers he hasn't hung up his shirts yet. He turns on the light and does this. Lights back off. Me settling HDT back to bed ("Mommy! Mommy! Daddy! NIGHT-NIGHT! No!")
3. A few minutes later, HDHusband remembers he needs a wake-up call for 6:00 a.m. I believe I used every expletive I could come up with. Turned to the phone by the bed, and realized this phone did not work. I had to get up and go back across the room, re-arousing my son from sleep, to call for this stupid wake up call. Not happy. My husband would like to note that the only time I was not cussing him out or not cussing at all was when I picked up the phone to call the front desk.
4. While HDH was in his all-day meeting, HDT and I hung out at the pool. HDT had fun, I got burned. Good times had by all!
5. Later in the afternoon, we drove to a nearby town to see the Dinosaur Museum. My son would still be there, yelling back at the automated dinosaurs if he could.
6. Went to Two Rivers Winery for a little wine and cheese event. While my husband was mingling and have a nice little shi-shi time, his wife was chasing after their son, who spent the majority of the time behind the dumpster, eating dirt, and being tempted by the irrigation pond. I'm sure the wine was great. Really. (Sidenote: My son got mad at one point, threw his hat, and it knocked the stem off of my first glass of wine. Nice.)
7. We went to dinner and I slammed the drinks there.
8. We drove home yesterday. HDToddler had gotten up on 15 minute increments starting at 4:45 and ending at 6:45 (after falling asleep at 10:45, of course). When he finally fell asleep in the car, we had to pull over for gas. My husband got out and slammed the door; therefore, waking up HDToddler. Only positive about that stop was seeing the name of our gas station:
9. We got home in time for a work picnic. HDToddler did a half-header into the koi pond, drank some of the water (on purpose) and insisted on going back for more. He smelled nasty.
10. We left this party, and went to another for my friend turning 39. HDToddler spent the majority of the time picking on an ELEVEN YEAR OLD BOY. My kid was whacking him on the head with a small, hickory bat. Not good, you're right, but come on. He was ELEVEN. He ran from my son, crying. His parents rolled their eyes. After HDT gave up the full-on assault, he then pirated a water gun and took everyone else out.
11. Got home late last night. We all piled into bed and died until about 9:45 this morning.
Laundry, cleaning up this house, getting settled again ... happy to be home.
