My Weekend

Listening to: Sorry Sorry Answer & Good Night Moon

It wss a stressful weekend. Surely not the type of weekend you'd dream about, but it made me appreciate our home even more.

On Saturday, Kevin and I were picked up by his parents to have dinner & a mentalist show with them and some church friends of theirs Tony & Dian. I was looking forward to it, even though we had to haul two bulging sacks of laundry and do them. Speaking of which, I still have to fold a huge bag of clothing, but that's for a bit later.

Anyways we went to see the mentalist, a pretty cool man named Dr Mike. He was pretty amazing at his work; Kevin and his mom were chosen as volunteers. We had some cake and coffee, the standard Lutheran type of fare, but the cake was really good for a box recipe, with vanilla frosting and green sparkly sugar. We all had a nice wedge of it, and chatted, Kevin won a beach bag with some chips, soda, and a kite and some other beachy toys.

Then we had to stay overnight, and it was just kind of an ugly night. Kevin got into a mood over a secret drawer full of rather unsavory and embarassing items, and was disagreeable.
Neither of us could get a good restful sleep- we missed our comfortable bed and just the smell of our home.

We had an argument because Kevin was rather short and rude when I tried to discuss his work. Perhaps it was really my fault, men get testy about their work. I was really distraught; I went up on the loft bed, despite the crawling spider on the ceiling, and looked up directions to walk the 12 miles home at midnight, because well, I just felt so uncomfortable and unhappy. Kevin just turned into his covers on his side, and ignored me pretty much. I admit I acted ugly too; I gave him a sharp kick in the back, and we exchanged hateful remarks. It was more than upsetting. I even printed out directions and snuck out, but something stopped me. That was really because I felt that Kevin didn't even care that I was leaving, and he hadn't even noticed I was gone. I was piqued, and also I didn't want to lock the door behind me in case I had to come back. That would have been a humiliating scene. I also didn't want to leave it unlocked.

So I went back... we had a quiet make up session and stayed up until around almost five am. Then we woke up relievedly about 2 hours later and returned home.

Where we found that our kitten was lost. Thirty minutes of my life were just horrid... I ran about from the house, and outside in the pouring rain, calling for Nelle and crying, waving a sparkly banner stick. It was embarassing and more than that, just so heartbreaking.

Finally I checked my phone, and saw Renee had called a lot. My heart leapt a bit from its drenched state, and I immediately ran upstairs and pounded on the door. Luckily, Renee the Angel had our baby, who had been locked out before we left last night. She must have ran past our feet without our noticing. She spent a warm comfy night in a soft flannel bed, digging vigorously in various large pots, and ate herself rotund on dry food while her parents were upset and distraught by turns.

I was so grateful and teary, Renee and I had coffee and talked.
I've volunteered 55 hours of my time this week for another $100 because I do adore Melanie and Ben is quite a good kid, or could be with some work. It's exhausting to look upon the week to come, but overall, despite all this, I'm just so happy to listen to the rain pouring down all day from my own home and just have my cats and boyfriend safe and sound, even if they do break my heart at times.

It's more than a lot of people have, this kind of weekend.