There is much going on here that we, or I, or someone needs to figure out. All the balls in the air is starting to get to me. I feel like it might be messing with my sleep. If my sanity doesn't return, will sleep?
The lack of sleep: my own fault. I've started making a video to show during Tank's Aug 7th grad party. Montage of video clips/photos. Full disclosure: I've gone over board. Way too thorough.
I gather cute clips. Then I continue going through every video file that MIGHT be relevant. Or funny. Or cuter than the first round of cute. My dream: organize all our family clips and save them to DVDs/flash drive. Who has time for that? Not a certain someone who took A LOT (understatement) of video and photos. I think looking through all of the clips is my way of FEELING organized. If I visit those memories often enough, maybe the distant project of editing them into watchable family movies won't seem so impossible.
Perhaps watching all the clips is my version of therapy for my heart . . . another guy heading to college, but look at all the good times to look back on.
This week I've found that I can't quit editing till midnight.
Me (to self): Great, I got lots done. I can sleep in.
This message doesn't compute with my system. I'm up before the sun.
The benefit: I've found some amazing clips that I must share with you. Get excited. Exhibit A is below. (explanation below - sorry it's lengthy, skip it and you'll still laugh at the video)
POSSIBLE PARTY FOUL:
Our swing set was knocked over in the tornado. It could be repaired. Perhaps. It was old to begin with. The stain job adds to the 'turn-me-into-firewood' look. I've looked at used swing sets that people are trying to sell online. Some of those look like they've fought 8 tornados, and lost. Basically people are hoping someone will haul away the beat up mess in their yard.
Coach doesn't want to take one part, transport it, and put it together. He'd also like to not spend time giving our current set the love it needs. His real preference: no more swing set. Um, hi, have we met? I run a daycare and I put the tots in the swings ALL THE TIME.
In my opinion, there are a few reasonably priced sets in great shape. One homeowner is even offering to help dismantle, and his doesn't need to be stained.
Maybe the guy (Ziggy), who we've hired to do our siding (please, sweet Jesus - help us agree on a color), can have one of his guys repair it for a fee. Coach plans to spray some paint on it. Sounds ugly to me. The damaged playset is propped up in our yard. It needs to be repaired BEORE the grad party. Injured cousins = party foul.
THE GREAT WHITE:
The struggle is real - there are NO gently used, former airport shuttles for sale. We'd like to add one to our fleet BEFORE we drive Tank to college. My kid working at a dealership isn't scoring me an inside track.
ANTI VAX IN LAWS:
With Tank's party approaching, I wonder what to do about Coach's parents. They're anti-vax. My FIL even sends alarmist emails to us. As my kids say, he suffers from 'confirmation bias'- he only reads info that supports his opinion. In other words my in-laws are uninformed about actual science and facts. "Most people who get the vaccine will suffer from a blood clot."
My dad is immune compromised. He has leukemia. He's been vaccinated, but he could get covid. He'd likely die. Honestly, I can't be sure all of our other guests have been vaccinated. I just KNOW these two ass-hats haven't been.
Coach doesn't want to tell his parents to stay home. He thinks they'll be fine to just keep their distance (and wear a mask when they come inside?). Maybe. I'm struggling to see this clearly though. I've got my reasons . . . basically, I'd like to tell his folks more than just stay home. The issue runs deep. Layers.
To summarize: we've been married for almost 25 years. His parents' controlling, overstepping, judgmental, religious zealot tendencies have hurt me/upset me over the years. The stories I could tell. Coach has always been adamant that I not speak up. No voicing my feelings.
Well. That's not how I roll. Holding it all in has me about to burst.
I admit freely: DUE TO MY ABOUT-TO-BURST ISSUE - EVERYTHING THEY DO THAT I HAVE A SMALL ISSUE WITH, BECOMES A BIG ISSUE AND GETS ME FIRED UP.
Call it a character flaw, but that's where I'm at.
Thoughts? Besides: you lost in the in-law lottery.