Was getting ready to come to my office this morning --- I only come here once a week and typically work from home -- but today was go to the office day so I was collecting my stuff and sorting through it during my normal blogging time.
Salinda is supposedly going to be here with her boyfriend to talk with Bart about the baptism on Sunday even though they are supposedly not together. Not sure if she's stay or not. She hasn't spoken to me or texted since the text on Saturday.
We don't know where John is. His gf texted yesterday that her dad had dropped his stuff off at our house, that she didn't know where he was, and that she was too stressed out to talk about it. We haven't heard from him. The birthday party for Isaac is supposed to be this weekend too.
Drama drama drama. I hate it and I'm not one to create it -- but it seems that it comes to me now.
I was telling Bart the other day that we probably better get used to being calm in the midst of a tornado because in 3 years we will have 11 adult children -- and many of them will probably be having drama.
I think the thing that annoys me more than anything is that my adult kids kind of have a remote for us. When they need us they grab the remote, flip us on and suddenly we exist. This is usually during times of stress or when they need something. The rest of the time we apparently do not exist, especially when things are going well.
Now I just have to get used to turning off my thoughts about them when they turn me off. Anybody mastered that yet?