It's Over!! But Apparently I'm Still Moping

It's Monday night (okay, early Tuesday morning) and the weekend is OVER!!

All right. If you feel like reading a recap of my whiny weekend then onwards, if not I don't blame you for bleeping out.

Read melodrama at your own risk!

I went to the surprise bridal shower of my former best friend (of 25 years) and I knew it was going to be hard but I didn't expect the gut punches to keep coming all through the 'brunch' we had at a Tea house.

First, discovering that pretty much everyone there including the woman from over an hour away had actually met the fiance was the first blow. I've never met him. Hell, I didn't know he existed until I was told she was engaged to be married. (When I knew her, she never wanted to get married. Ever.)

One of the women took my original seat which meant I had to sit very close to FBF and it was all we could do not to catch each others eyes.

She asked me what was new.

Uh, yeah. A whole shitload of stuff is new since I haven't heard from you in over a year and a half. (Hey, I was civil. My mother was within striking distance and the day wasn't about me and my shit. I talked about our house and stuff. I mean really, where do you start?)

Do you have a picture of your fiance?

She didn't.

That was the end of our conversation.

I heard her later describing her wedding dress to her other friends. The friends I used to go out with also (although they were her friends from school and I was the one with the driver's license so I knew them because we always drove them around). Her friends were nicer to me. That hurt too.

My mother, by the way, was the one who said I absolutely had to go to this shower. (my family and her family have been best friends forever and it's really just her and I that have had a falling out) I sat beside my mom but she didn't talk to me much. Nice.

Later it is time to leave and I'm helping people pack up FBF car. I went to tell my mother that I would pull my car up so she didn't have to walk (it was freaking hot) and I remember something niggling in my brain saying don't bother. Well, turns out my instincts were trying to save me from the sucker punch. I open the door to find my mother taking a picture of the friends with FBF. I was so floored I just blurted out that I was going for the car. My mother's response was 'Oh, Cindy, maybe you should be the one taking this picture.' (Yeah, so not what I need) I said pretty firmly, 'No, you're doing just fine' and walked back out the door. I'll be honest and say that that hurt the most and the next time I get a little warning in my brain I'm going to bloody well listen to it.

The next hurdle was when saying good bye to the friends they were all 'well, I guess we'll see you at the wedding' and I'm thinking 'only if I'm invited'. And then I'm wondering what they know that I don't. Obviously they must know why FBF doesn't care for me anymore which of course, made me feel even more conspicuous.

I finally get home and Zach's pool party is in full swing and I'm surrounded by people who actually care about me and love me for who I am. I ended up getting all weepy and telling each of the women that I appreciate their friendship and that they mean a lot to me. I remember hugging Sue and telling her that I love her and that she is my best friend. I guess this blew her away (she knows she's my best friend but I guess she doesn't hear it enough) and got her all misty eyed.

So it's three in the afternoon and everyone didn't leave until about 8pm. (the kids who I didn't know left at 6pm but I knew the rest and they play well together so even though I was asked many times by the adults if it was time to leave I would just say, nah, they're having fun.)

(This is Joshua - what a ham! We've never seen him have so much fun with water - Sue bought an 8 dollar slip and slide and he must have gone done it like 200 times. The goofy face alone is too much! I need to get pics of some of the pool toys I bought. Talk about a hit and they didn't blow up or get broken and there were easily 4 hefty boys on them at one time!)

I couldn't sleep that night and got up to go to Bob's fathers. He's going to be 89 years old this week!! He's such a sweetie but Bob is hard to keep in one place so we were only there for about an hour and a half.

I fell asleep on the car ride back and begged Bob to call my parents and set them back to 5pm for dinner. We got home at 3 and I fell into bed until quarter to five.

I then BBQ'd for my dad and did up a nice dinner. Okay, nice enough. It wasn't steak or anything but I know my Dad well and you can make the fanciest grub on the BBQ and he'll be all 'where's the burgers?'

They left around 8pm and I stayed up to 10 pm and then slogged off to bed.

17 hours later I got up.

Shut up.

OH! I got Bob to turn the AC on finally. You know what I did? I noticed that Cody has been breathing heavier and today he slept on the bathroom floor so I suggested to Bob that maybe the heat was harder on Cody than we realized.

AC was turned on pronto!!

The good news is that Cody is breathing easier and he's got his 'puppy' swagger back again. So we're both cool.

I told Bob that my number one priority for this week is to finally sit and read a book.

He thought that was hilarious.

Apparently it's not often he doesn't see me with a book in my hand.

I just never have time to read it!!