Cabin Day 3-

We actually have leftover angel food cake from Dh birthday.  DH makes plates for everyone for breakfast (I guess DH had no breakfast plans past the muffins that I made last-minute that were consumed).  SIL’s SS eats his, then when nobody is looking goes back and steals three more pieces.  After SS ‘velcro to DH’ behavior the night before (and after being with him since 7/2, making this day 7 total thus far) I am at the point where just his voice pisses me off.  I am ready for him to go.  I had moronically hoped that as SS got older, his dependence on DH would decrease.  If anything, it has made it worse.  “daddeee” this and “daddee” that….add month long lack of intimacy with DH to the list, SS’ constant ‘baby talk’, and I am just NOT in a good mood.   I’m mentally exhausted.

My cousin and her husband are not leaving until the following day, so there isn’t the usual “rush to clean the cabin” that normally occurs.  The kids immediately stampede out to swim on the water trampoline again.  Cousin’s husband suggests we take a pontoon ride around the lake since SIL and her family have not been in this area.  While SIL and I get the coolers packed, everybody else gets on the boat.  I hear a slight commotion only minutes later and go to the patio to investigate.  SS had decided to bring his duck “floatie” out to the trampoline…and ignore it.  Now the stupid duck is several yards away from the trampoline and gaining speed, while SS just sits and points at it.   SIL’s SS jumps in the water to try and swim after it.  He is 14 (I think) and not in the best shape, SIL joins me on the patio and yells for him to stop and go back to the trampoline or to the dock.  While he is swimming they get to the duck floatie on the pontoon and DH leans over and grabs it, but doesn’t pull it on the front of the boat.  Nobody noticed SS leap off the trampoline towards his floatie, right in line with the pontoons trajectory. SS not only jumps towards the pontoon…but also starts swimming directly towards it.  Cousin can’t see SS because the duck is in the way and asks DH “is he up?” as SS (now 6ish ft away) continues to furiously swim AT the boat.

DH, thinking cousin is talking about the floatie , goes “yeah”.  The pontoon starts to accelerate, SIL yells “STOP!!”

SS KEEPS SWIMMING TOWARDS THE FRONT OF THE GDAMN MOVING BOAT.  DH realizes what’s going on, drops the floatie and lunges forward.  SS is hauled onto the deck by one arm.  I could hear my cousin’s husband apologizing like crazy, says he couldn't see SS. 

   I grab the cooler with a sigh and start going down the patio steps towards the dock, and tell SIL “I’m going to head down to the boat”.  My 11 y/o pup (who was half asleep but now thinking there could be some excitement) starts after me down the stairs after hearing “boat”…makes it down three steps…loses his balance…and falls like a sack of potatoes down the remaining three steps.  He sits up with an indignant “snort” and glares at me like I pushed him. (he is very expressive)

I start laughing, and DH glared at me not having seen pups “graceful tumble” down the stairs, and I realize he thinks I am laughing at SS almost getting ran over.  This makes me laugh even harder for some reason.  All of us get on the pontoon and I spend a few minutes convincing DH that I was not laughing at SS’s “scare”.  *eye-roll*

  The boat ride was nice but boring, by the time we get back it is already 12:30.  Keep in mind the 1.5 hour drive and the fact that SS has to be home at 5.  We decided to take the floaties out one more time.  We tied them all together and everyone is having fun.  Cousin keeps switching floaties (we had two extra) and in the shuffle thinks it would be a good idea to hand my DH her sunglasses.  On the way back in, DH realizes one of the lenses on the glasses has popped off.  He swears he didn’t do anything.  Now cousin is mad as heck, saying DH broke her glasses.  She’s mad, DH is mad, mood ruined.  We go back in, SIL starts packing up the tent and their things, they are out the door around 2.  Cousins husband is trying to get his wife to calm down, says they got the glasses at a gas station for $5 and they will get another pair. 

I remind DH of the drive, he waves me off and suggests we grill lunch.  I start packing.  By the time lunch is consumed and dishes cleaned, it’s 245.  DH finally starts packing.  SS is playing on his tablet and ignoring DH instructions to “pack up” so DH does it for him.  I’m trying to get the food packed up and my cousin (lord knows the reason) is trying to tell me that half the food I brought with is theirs and not ours.  In desperation to get out the door in time, I gave up and end up leaving a lot of it.  As we are getting in the vehicle, cousin hands me a napkin with the brand of sunglasses on it and tells me to give it to DH so he can get her another pair.  Her husband is in the background shaking his head “no” at me, I’m already tired of this whole mess (pontoon fiasco, ss, dh moodiness) so I just took it and said “okay”.  We said our goodbyes and it was after 3 when we finally got out of there.  Did I mention that DH talked to cousin’s husband about coming back up there for Labor Day?? Kill me.

The drive home sucked.  There was an unexpected detour combined with stop-and-go traffic and it is now 450 p.m.  Our GPS says we still have at least a ½ hour of driving to get to BM house.  Knowing BM was already mad at DH for not giving up his time on Saturday (see pt 2 if not read yet), I’m prepared for all heck to go down when we get there.  There is no parking when we arrive (20 minutes late) and the whole family is outside the house upon our arrival.  Not looking for conflict, DH parks out of line-of-site (BM loathes when I am with for drop off).  The “exchange” takes another half hour, I have no idea what was said.  Dh didn’t say.

We ate leftovers for dinner, showered, and went to bed.  I brought in my bag from the vehicle but we were too tired to get the rest.

Visitation Day 8; home, Monday-

I hate Mondays.  Not just because of the standard ‘my weekend is over’, but the feeling of dread that comes over me.  Every single Monday is a minimum 6 hour visitation day.  I get one Monday a year, and it’s either Labor Day or Memorial Day depending on what the Holiday exchange is.  Also, if that weekend visitation with SS sucked, it adds on the feeling of dread knowing by the time you get home from work that SS will be there.  I thought that since DH had just seen SS for 7 days that we could get caught up on the housework, laundry, etc.  Nope.  Of course not.  As stated in my prior blog from 7/13: the dishes sat in the sink, the vehicle remained unpacked, nothing got done.  Dinner? Nope, no time can be wasted on dinner when it takes away time from SS.. so we had microwaved hot-dogs and leftover pasta salad from the cabin trip.  DH sat and played board games with SS all night and pretended like I didn’t exist.  SS is still applying “vics” to his bug bites every 5 minutes.  And since they “just had to!” finish the board game for the second time, he wasn’t out the door until 8:20 once again.  Drop off is 8:30.  By the time he gets home, its almost 930. 

Thanks to the wedding last weekend, I feel like I haven’t had any alone time with DH in a long time.  We still have 8ish more days of visitation this month and I’m ready to scream.  Our house looks like a bomb went off. I’ve gone on a cleaning strike, DH finally ran some water in the kitchen sink on Monday (dishes sitting since the 3rd) and then WALKED.AWAY.

I want to shake him.  BM just called this morning and told DH that they sent another dental bill and that it says “insurance isn’t going to cover it”. (the $6000 bill from a prior blog, think it was last year, still has not been paid either).  DH is on his way over after work today to get it, so even though he has SS Thurs night-Sunday he just HAS to go get the bill today, leaving us with no time together yet again. I’m eagerly waiting for Next weekend.  This summer has been really heavy with visitation, looking forward to the school year again.

I feel like this is too long and don’t like the sour note I brought to the end of it.  Sorry.  This month has been draining.  Forgot to mention my cousin was nice enough to tell me on our cabin trip that our grandfather was just diagnosed with an aneurysm(sp?).  Since my “rich aunt” and family is still pissed at me for not taking over my mom and brother’s care, nobody bothered to call me.  That was fun to take in.  She acted all surprised that I didn’t know.

Sometimes…there just isn’t enough wine.

*cheers*