So Brian has the flu. I am not having a very good weekend myself. I woke up to two almost flat tires this morning. Almost the exact amount of air out of both. Coincidence? I'm not so sure. I drove to Irving and filled them up. Let me reiterate. VIP could find NOTHING wrong with the tires. At least the damage doesn't seem to be happening at work. That was my biggest concern. If someone is messing with them in my driveway, it narrows it down to an ex-boyfriend or an ex-boyfriend's girlfriend, or just some punk teenager, or someone ticked off at one of my kids. It could also be some kind of random stalker, I guess, but that seems unlikely. One more incident and I am going to the police. I just don't think they can do much with out more evidence to go on. They can increase patrol around the area, but I have two cops living 3 houses over from me. It has always been an incredibly safe neighborhood, probably because of their presence, but safe nonetheless.
Anyway, I need to get out of the house. I think Eric, Erin, and Allison and I might get some dinner and hit the slots. I don't want a late night, but it beats hanging out here by myself and downing the two bottles of wine I purchased for that purpose. I just need to get out and feel human again. Brian is in one of his funks again and I feel the beginnings of a spiral for myself. Normally when I start to feel this way, I just stay in and hide and sleep. I know that is the worst thing I can do. I've just been working and sleeping, working and sleeping. Even when I am with Brian, we haven't done much but eat in and sleep.
I have a birthday party to go to at noon. My cousin Meghan's 16th birthday. Then I will come home and pick up, pick out the clothes I am going to wear, give Erin and Eric a call, make sure it is still a go and then we'll decide for sure what we're gonna do.
I think Allison has a new girlfriend. When I called to see if she wanted to go with us, she was like, well, let me ask Kristen if I can go. I was like, WHAT?
I don't know why that pissed me off, but it did. Brian would get very offended if he thought I felt like I had to ASK him for permission to do anything. I'm not saying I do things that I know make him uncomfortable. I love him, so out of respect for him, when I make plans with friends, I make choices as to how they would affect Brian. But I certainly don't need permission to go anywhere.
Well, I have to get to camp. The party is out at the lake. The icy, frozen, barren, devoid of summer families and the life they bring with them, lake.
I just need to get thru the weekend.