Dear Family: Do you think you can work on spreading events and emergencies where you need Cori’s help out a little bit more? Thanks.
After making it home from Mom’s house, and not getting nearly enough rest, I got a call from Sis, wondering why I wasn’t at her house.
See, the Bro-in-Law just received his Master’s degree–while working full-time and trying to raise a family. Which calls for a celebration, right?
That happened yesterday. And somehow, even though I hadn’t even given a firm “yes”, I ended up at their house 6 hours before the party started, helping watch the kids, bake and grocery shop.
Of course, this all let to a rather amusing conversation:
G: Why you here?
Me: Because your Mommy knows how to push my buttons, and I don’t know how to tell her no.
G: It’s easy. You say “no”, just like that.
Ahh, to be four. And male. And not burdened with soul-crushing feelings of guilt and familial duty.
The party itself was fun, I guess. I always feel out of place at gatherings. But, there were lots of cute kids running around, and I had my dogs with me, which is always a help. And, it’s not like there was anyone there that I didn’t like, but still…
One of the kids asked me where my kids were. Yeah.
I’ve got at least two more weeks of this until things calm down a bit. Next weekend is a family party celebrating my Grandparent’s 60th wedding anniversary, and the weekend after that is a party for G’s 4th birthday.
Folks, I’m willing to help. Really. Just don’t ask me today.