Really? Define success, because my kid likes doing both and I don't give a shit what you or your leprechaun fucking wife think. No, I DID NOT say those words. Just wish I had. Damn it. Why do all those sensible things come to me on the drive away from the scene, when the only words that were available to me DURING the scene were four-lettered and primarily started with the letter F?
|Like how I protected the innocent here?|
Yeah, I am a real peach.
Pat invited Mini to participate in a ceili band competition this spring. She did. They won. Now the band (including Mini) is travelling to Ireland mid August to compete. I am not going. Mini is travelling with Pat and two of his kids, one of these cousins is Mini's age (in fact I babysat for her for 3 years when she and Mini were babies and her mom, the leprechaun, was doing her residency - so they grew up together, like twins).
Pat leaves for his annual family trip to Ireland in a few days. Aunt Leprechaun is from Ireland, so they go every summer for 3 weeks. Yes,that equates to two trips to Ireland in one summer for half of Pat's family Yes, they have a money tree in their backyard. Pat's upcoming trip and our recent Vancouver trip that caused Mini to be away for 10 days has apparently stressed him out. He fears that she is going to be ill prepared for thte competition. So . . .
Mini: Uncle Pat is being crazy. He wants me to record my tunes and send them to him every night. He keeps saying, that string better be in tune. You better not move that finger once. I am so tired. No one else (in the band) has to do this. I just caddied 27 holes (in 85 degree heat). He thinks I'm not ready. Why can't I just practice? I don't want to keep trying to record it perfectly. I keep messing up when I get to the end.
Me: Mini, you are tired. Text him and tell him you are tired. You worked all day today and you have to babysit directly after you caddy tomorrow (the implied message I thought should be sent to Uncle Pat: unlike your kids, I work. A lot).
I refrained from texting Pat. Instead I texted Coach, who is once again on my team. He was picking up Curly at dancing after our dinner out. I requested backup in the form of: Can I text my brother and say: My kid is tired and she is practicing a ton and if that isn't good enough for your self-righteous self, then you can go fuck yourself.
Coach felt Mini should text him herself if she felt like it. Despite his sensible response, I still almost disregarded his advice and went rogue- in part because of unrelated recent family passively obnoxious issues. To be shared subsequently. When will I get to share my Vancouver adventures???
Why does this post look so long? Intended to be short. Please comment and tell me how great this post was and that you wouldn't have shortened it at all. Thanks in advance.