Let me just take a moment to vent.
It is 3:55 and the chili cookoff started at 2. DH is still at retreat. He just called and said that he isn't feeling well and for us to go on.
I knew when we got the stinking invitation that it was lousy timing and told DH to just call his overbearing sister and tell her that we couldn't make it. But oh no, we must make all his sisters' parties. Although this party was at his uncle's house. But the invitation was sent by SIL and it was her number to RSVP. Don't even get me going about how they do parties. Another vent in the future. Well, the uncle moved from Columbus around 2 months ago and I didn't have his number. Would have been nice to put that on invitation. Another vent for the future. So I call information to get number, just as I was doing that is when Dh calls to say he isn't feeling well. I totally missed getting the number because the call waiting interrupted. So now I have to call information again and get the same operator. I call and make apologies for calling almost 2 hours late to say we won't be there. We wanted to go as a family to this party. Didn't want to go by ourselves. So now I have this chili in the kitchen and no one wants to eat it because we have been nibbling on it for a few hours now and some of us had it last night also. I get to have DH home and he feels sick. We didn't see him last weekend because that is when he drove to FL and then this weekend he had that stupid retreat. We have done nothing but run errands all weekend, until midnight last night because he wasn't prepared. He would not back out of this and tell the team that it was almost impossible to get the stuff done. He was in charge of music and some yo yo decided Friday afternoon that he wanted a different song. That is why we were home running our butts off. Find the song, download song, got the wrong version, download again, and then burn 40 CDs. And I am not even a member of his church.
I am just upset that he doesn't have the courage to tell people that he can't do it or the timing is not good. But when it comes to us, he just says Sorry. We don't have enough time with each other as it is and now his siblings are calling to see if he is OK. Give me a freaking break.
Ok, I am feeling much better now. I am calming down. Felt good to rant!!!!
Sorry for the long post. At least Jason isn't reading this thread.