Hub went camping this weekend but contrary to other camping weekends, I wasn’t able to lay around and read and eat bonbons all day. Damn!
Yesterday I was invited to two different parties. One was a First Communion party for my boss’s son and the other was a birthday party for the four-year old next who lives next door.
Now, friends, I have to be honest with you. I’m not really crazy about little kids. Of course I love my children and my grandchildren, but that’s about it…and I think I only want to be around them because I’m related to them – and not for long stretches of time. I’ve always been this way – even when Hub and I were dating, I told him I didn’t know if I wanted children at all.
I know, I’m selfish. But when little kids are around, they bring noise and germs and funny smells and I usually end up with some kind of stain on my shirt.
So, I went to both of these events and actually had a good time. I stayed as far away from the curtain climbers and rugrats as I was able to. I almost had to talk to the Communion kid when I went to give him his card, but he refused to stop bouncing in the moon bounce so his mom took the card from me. Sticky encounter averted.
Today, my Mom, sister and daughter went to visit my older sister who lives about an hour away. This was another opportunity for me to work on my agoraphobia. I haven’t driven to my sister’s house in over 10 years – my husband or other sister always drove. Well, I took the bull by the horns – or car by the steering wheel and just drove. And guess what – nothing happened! No panic attack, no sweating or shaking or crapping. I drove to and fro and we had a great time. I even took some pics!
Back to work tomorrow. Ugh.