Good little Hokies

Saturday was basically all about Ned. His team had their final home swim meet of the year. Which means the kids and I had to go. Instead of getting there at the end (like I usually do), I decided to open it up so Samantha could see the Hokie Bird. Of course it was freezing outside and the kids and I had to park a mile away (figuratively, not literally). I didn't bring the double stroller so Bear was exhausted by the end of the walk (she hadn't had her nap yet b/c we went to the meet around noon). The kids were decked out in their Hokie gear.


We stayed for a couple of events, made eye contact with Ned so that he knew we were there, and left after about an hour.

That evening was his annual parents' dinner at the Inn at Virginia Tech. Instead of letting me bring the kids and leave before they get too tired, Ned insists that they stay the whole time. Which means they are there for THREE hours. Obviously, they were both quite tired (as was Mommy). Ned was giving his speech at the podium and Samantha kept running up there from our dinner table. At one point he was speaking and she was doing a dance in the middle of the floor. It was very frustrating. I told him repeatedly that we would never stay that long again.

Ned was sort of a jerk about something Friday afternoon and I decided that I was just going to kill him with kindness whenever he did something that made me mad. On that particular occasion, I took care of whatever he was screaming about and called him to leave an incredibly nice voicemail telling him that it was taken care of and I couldn't wait to see him that evening. He knew from my tone that something was up and I told him that I had decided to kill him with kindness when he ticked me off. My "kill him with kindness" routine lasted all of about 3 hours when I decided that I didn't have it in me to "kill Ned with kindness" 24/7 which was how often I seemed to be getting mad at him. As I'm expressing my frustration with him (more than once) on Saturday night, Ned kept saying "what about killing me with kindness??"

We did manage to make it to the 8:45 church service on Sunday. Both kids weren't very well behaved and Ned had to take Jack out of the service for a while. Samantha followed them and I didn't stop her; I just needed a break.

I needed some "me" time and I got it. I had lunch with an old friend from high school, Britt, at Panera Bread. We talked for hours and I was in a much better mood when I came home.

I'm going to try to get to bed at a decent hour tonight. I've just got to finish watching "Wuthering Heights" on Masterpiece Theater.

Love,
Allie