>saturday

>as you know, my sister has been down from minnesota visiting our father. and when she comes to visit, we end up spending quite a bit more time around my parents. this, of course, opens up a lot more irritation for me. especially now that we hardly ever see my parents since dad had his mild heart attack last month. or was it in february? i can’t remember. anyway, the point is, we hardly see them anymore.

so, saturday, we went out to eat…somewhere. i can’t even remember where now. oh, yes, we had pizza. the plan was to go out for pizza then go back to my parents’ house for a little while and then finish off the evening by going out for ice cream then hubby and i spiriting the kids on home in hopefully an ice cream induced good mood.

things were going fine. the kids ate ok at the pizza place. then we went back to mom and dad’s so dad could take a little nap. fine. we sit down and watch some tv. towards the end of the show, g and k start to get a bit rowdy. i mean, they were already a little rowdy anyway, but they were getting more so. so i tell them that as soon as grandpa finishes his nap, we’re going to go for ice cream, hoping this will give them incentive to behave. it sort of works.

as the show is ending, i hear my dad getting up from bed and getting ready. “yay!”, i think. “now we can start getting the kids out to the car to take them for ice cream”. except my mom does nothing to make that sort of move. in fact, she’s fallen asleep during the end of the tv program we were watching. when dad comes out of his bedroom, instead of getting up and making a move towards the car, she moves from dad’s seat to the couch and sits back down.

as i’m watching her sit down, the boys are starting to get antsy and rowdy again. and i’m getting irritated.

“aren’t we going for ice cream?” ice cream. ice cream! ice cream!!!

finally there is the slow shift out to our vehicles. but now i’m irritated.

as we’re getting into the car, hubby mentions that he’d like to get some beer before it gets too late to purchase it, so we make a pit stop at kroger on the way to ice cream. we go in and faff about looking at what they have. as we’re standing there, hubby’s phone rings and so we grab what we’re getting and head to the check out. we’re standing at the self-checkout line. when we came in, they were all empty but now that we need to get out of there, every one is full and there are two people ahead of us. as we’re standing there, a young couple cuts in front of the woman standing in front of us and then another woman and her kids go and cut in front of us. i look around and see that a regular check out is almost free, so i grab hubby’s arm and say, “come on. everybody’s jumping the line and we need to get out of here.” i then proceed to go over to the checkout line.

i stand there and stand there and hubby doesn’t move. the cashier is totalling the last order and people are starting to line up behind me.

“dudge”

“dudge”

“dudge”

“DUDGE!”

i swear, he’s standing there in a daze or something, not even looking in my direction. what was i supposed to do? it’s not my fault that he wasn’t paying attention. or that it took the woman so long to pay that it would have been quicker just to wait where we’d been. it’s not my fault!

we finally get out of there, hubby whinging about my yelling at him in the store the whole way, and arrive at the ice cream store. we go inside and dad is paying for everyone’s ice cream. he hands me some money as i walk past and tells me hubby and i need to go get our ice cream. at the counter is some woman and her daughter. i don’t know who she’s talking to, but she’s standing there, leaning against the counter and complaining about something. i guess it’s her daughter, but it could have just been to herself for all i know or care. i can’t see past her to see what flavours are available so i go sit down next to my mom to wait. my mom starts telling me that we need to grab the guy that’s at the cash register taking dad’s money rather than the guy that’s waiting on blabby annoying woman who’s blocking all the ice cream flavours with her fat ass. (can you tell i’m getting annoyed just recounting this tale to all of you?)

mom won’t let it go, either. we need to have the other guy wait on us because the guy waiting on blabbidy blab woman gives squinchy scoops of ice cream. on and on she goes about this. so i get up and try to have another look at what flavours are available. not only is the woman blocking everything, but so is her daughter, who by this time has her stupid ice cream. and with the mood that i was developing, i didn’t want to say anything because i knew how it was goign to come out of my mouth. so i sat back down. i was tired and i didn’t care anymore. i don’t think there was anything i wanted anyway.

then it was like everyone started harping on me that i didn’t get any. my mom, my sister, my husband, my kids. finally dad realized that i didn’t get any. “well, that just ruins it for me,” he says. grrrr! i just don’t want any fucking ice cream, ok!?! but now dad won’t let things go and keeps insisting i go get ice cream. he even tries to get me to take his. i come very close to causing a scene in udf when dad suddenly asks if i’d like to get a coffee. i decide to humour him so he’ll leave me alone. coffee in hand, we can finally get the hell out of there.

this post is getting so, so long. i started writing about sunday, but i think this needs to be broken into two blogs. blog two will have the link to the photos.

saturday

as you know, my sister has been down from minnesota visiting our father. and when she comes to visit, we end up spending quite a bit more time around my parents. this, of course, opens up a lot more irritation for me. especially now that we hardly ever see my parents since dad had his mild heart attack last month. or was it in february? i can’t remember. anyway, the point is, we hardly see them anymore.

so, saturday, we went out to eat…somewhere. i can’t even remember where now. oh, yes, we had pizza. the plan was to go out for pizza then go back to my parents’ house for a little while and then finish off the evening by going out for ice cream then hubby and i spiriting the kids on home in hopefully an ice cream induced good mood.

things were going fine. the kids ate ok at the pizza place. then we went back to mom and dad’s so dad could take a little nap. fine. we sit down and watch some tv. towards the end of the show, g and k start to get a bit rowdy. i mean, they were already a little rowdy anyway, but they were getting more so. so i tell them that as soon as grandpa finishes his nap, we’re going to go for ice cream, hoping this will give them incentive to behave. it sort of works.

as the show is ending, i hear my dad getting up from bed and getting ready. “yay!”, i think. “now we can start getting the kids out to the car to take them for ice cream”. except my mom does nothing to make that sort of move. in fact, she’s fallen asleep during the end of the tv program we were watching. when dad comes out of his bedroom, instead of getting up and making a move towards the car, she moves from dad’s seat to the couch and sits back down.

as i’m watching her sit down, the boys are starting to get antsy and rowdy again. and i’m getting irritated.

“aren’t we going for ice cream?” ice cream. ice cream! ice cream!!!

finally there is the slow shift out to our vehicles. but now i’m irritated.

as we’re getting into the car, hubby mentions that he’d like to get some beer before it gets too late to purchase it, so we make a pit stop at kroger on the way to ice cream. we go in and faff about looking at what they have. as we’re standing there, hubby’s phone rings and so we grab what we’re getting and head to the check out. we’re standing at the self-checkout line. when we came in, they were all empty but now that we need to get out of there, every one is full and there are two people ahead of us. as we’re standing there, a young couple cuts in front of the woman standing in front of us and then another woman and her kids go and cut in front of us. i look around and see that a regular check out is almost free, so i grab hubby’s arm and say, “come on. everybody’s jumping the line and we need to get out of here.” i then proceed to go over to the checkout line.

i stand there and stand there and hubby doesn’t move. the cashier is totalling the last order and people are starting to line up behind me.

“dudge”

“dudge”

“dudge”

“DUDGE!”

i swear, he’s standing there in a daze or something, not even looking in my direction. what was i supposed to do? it’s not my fault that he wasn’t paying attention. or that it took the woman so long to pay that it would have been quicker just to wait where we’d been. it’s not my fault!

we finally get out of there, hubby whinging about my yelling at him in the store the whole way, and arrive at the ice cream store. we go inside and dad is paying for everyone’s ice cream. he hands me some money as i walk past and tells me hubby and i need to go get our ice cream. at the counter is some woman and her daughter. i don’t know who she’s talking to, but she’s standing there, leaning against the counter and complaining about something. i guess it’s her daughter, but it could have just been to herself for all i know or care. i can’t see past her to see what flavours are available so i go sit down next to my mom to wait. my mom starts telling me that we need to grab the guy that’s at the cash register taking dad’s money rather than the guy that’s waiting on blabby annoying woman who’s blocking all the ice cream flavours with her fat ass. (can you tell i’m getting annoyed just recounting this tale to all of you?)

mom won’t let it go, either. we need to have the other guy wait on us because the guy waiting on blabbidy blab woman gives squinchy scoops of ice cream. on and on she goes about this. so i get up and try to have another look at what flavours are available. not only is the woman blocking everything, but so is her daughter, who by this time has her stupid ice cream. and with the mood that i was developing, i didn’t want to say anything because i knew how it was goign to come out of my mouth. so i sat back down. i was tired and i didn’t care anymore. i don’t think there was anything i wanted anyway.

then it was like everyone started harping on me that i didn’t get any. my mom, my sister, my husband, my kids. finally dad realized that i didn’t get any. “well, that just ruins it for me,” he says. grrrr! i just don’t want any fucking ice cream, ok!?! but now dad won’t let things go and keeps insisting i go get ice cream. he even tries to get me to take his. i come very close to causing a scene in udf when dad suddenly asks if i’d like to get a coffee. i decide to humour him so he’ll leave me alone. coffee in hand, we can finally get the hell out of there.

this post is getting so, so long. i started writing about sunday, but i think this needs to be broken into two blogs. blog two will have the link to the photos.