Eleven

Saturday was our eleventh wedding anniversary.  We went out for dinner and drinks Friday night, Mea had a sleepover date with her Nana and Papa.

Our dinner could have been better.  I actually complained which I really will only do if the service is super horribly awful.  It was actually beyond awful.  I left our waiter no tip on a $90 bill.  That was more than he should have gotten.  I think he should have paid us instead. 

We went to a bar in a bowling alley, because my husband’s cousin’s band was playing.  We actually went to this same restaurant for dinner, and to see this band on our very first date.  Different venue for the band, but nearly everything else was the same.  We had a really good time. 

Saturday, we picked Mea up from Girl Scouts, ran some errands, ate lunch, and then came home and played outside for most of the afternoon.  It was so nice out.  Mea (and her Dad) built a fort inside of the clubhouse part of her swing set.  She had blankets, snacks, stuffed animals, doll’s and her portable DVD player up there.  Someone had lots of fun.

 

Mid-sentence, look at those lips!

 Saturday evening I got a text from our oldest daughter asking why Mea wasn’t at our oldest granddaughter’s birthday party.  We weren’t invited.  It was her ninth birthday party.  My step-daughter had told us a month previously that her party was going to be on March 10th, but at that time, she didn’t know where the party was going to be, or what they were doing.  We assumed that maybe the party fell through, since we didn’t hear anything else about it. Until I got that text message that’s what we had assumed.  Yesterday, I went back and forth between being mad and just having hurt feelings, mostly hurt feelings for Mea, who would have had so much fun at a swimming pool party.  At first I thought that maybe she had planned it as a “big kid party” or a “friends only party” and that would justify her leaving Mea out.  Neither of these were the case.  The younger grandkids were there, 2 and almost 3 years old.  This is the same step-daughter that wouldn’t watch Mea on the first Saturday of the month while I worked.  This is the same daughter who’s girls I watched 3 times in one week during my vacation.  We haven’t heard a single thing from her. I am torn.  I feel like I need to say something to her.  My husband wants me to just ignore it.  What do you think?  I don’t want to start a war with her (which given how the big girls work, it could happen) but, I do want to know why we were left out.  I may never know.  What do you think?  Send her a text?  Call her?  Leave the shit alone?

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3 Comments on “Eleven”

  1. Holly says:

    Part of me (the rational part) wants to tell you to let it go, but……if it were me I think I would text her just to ask why we weren’t invited. Although then she’ll probably say she told you about it, you’ll explain that she mentioned it but it had still been in the planning stages, then she’ll argue with that and it’ll just start big drama with no closure for you. Yeh, better just let it go.

  2. Jen says:

    I tend to think if you reach out about it, it will not be received well because she’s going to be on defense and defensive people don’t generally react well. My less agreeable side suspects the text was more of an “Oh shit, I never invited them and they are going to find out about this and get pissed so I’ll just text why aren’t you here” move than anything else. I’m sorry Mea missed a pool party, but it looks like she was having fun at home.

    Happy Anniversary.

  3. You can’t let it go. You have to lay it all out and let the chips fall where they may. It’s family.


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