Just another manic Monday...

So spent the weekend in Waynesboro, VA celebrating "Faux" Grandma's 90th birthday (by "faux" I mean my husband's grandfather's second wife...and grandpa died a few years ago, so we have no actual relation to her...). Spent our first night in the same room as our toddler's.  In their 17 months of existence, this was the first time...and hopefully the last.  They were up until 930pm....at which time we put their tired cranky asses in their respective pack and plays, where they proceeded to scream for a good 20 minutes.  I lovingly escaped went to take a ridiculously and well planned 20 minute shower.  This was after sipping a good three plastic cups of pinot grigio, as well as a good three glasses of chardonnay at "faux" Aunt's house.  This was in order to survive the twin terrors romping around "faux" aunt's pretty house and playing dump the cheerios on the pretty floor, followed by mommy cleaning it up.  Daddy did watch the kids dump the cheerios, then proceeded to talk to everyone else.   Love him.

Additionally in attendance was sister-in-law (SIL), who while nuts, is oddly more normal now that she has a steady (r.e. closer in age to her parents than her) boyfriend.  She's oddly tolerable, though it makes me cringe when they talk of "our" in referencing recipes, homes, vitamins.  You've known the man since November.... its just weird, and oddly high school.  She was still weird but strangely pleasant.  My kids still love their auntie (r.e. my sister) better though, to the point where they know my sister by sight!

The hubby has some job prospects this week.  One interview tomorrow for an accounting placement agency - i.e. what he realized he wants to do with his life.  Another for a job he pretty much is guaranteed to get, but that he doesn't necessarily want.... as I say, if it can get our family through him completing this accounting certificate program, well then bring it on.  The idea of him working again is...intoxicating.  And without drinking....well that's not true, I did have a glass of wine tonight.  But it gives me hope that perhaps a bit of normalcy would return to our lives...perhaps a visit to Starbucks could return to my life!

Today was also a return to life as we know it.  B got into his first "fight"at school.  Of course, the fight was with a chair during snack time.  He apparently got so excited it was snack time that he was jumping up and down... and smack a 1cm gash in his eye with a chair.  Poor little guy...though according to his teacher, snack time made it so wonderful for him, that he did not even cry, despite the blood.  He was more upset when they took him from the room to attend to his eye, fearful he would miss his snack.

When I picked him and M. up at school, I had to find them on the playground.  Looking out over the expanse, I found no one resembling either of my children.  It seems my cautious and fearful little man has discovered the jungle gym...he likes to climb to the top, but has yet to discover the slide to get down.  He got so excited to see me when I arrived, but had no way down.  M. was in the back of the jungle gym...it appears our first trip to Chuck E. Cheese is in the near future...that will require a lot of drinking.  For sure!