This evening sucked. Matt is off on his adventure and one of the ladies I met at bible study invited us over for dinner with her kids to help the evening pass. I should have know it wasn't going to go well after observing Orson at his swim class. I pretty sure he pushed one kid off of the steps into the water (although he says he didn't) and I know for sure that he did not follow a single instruction from the teacher that involved sitting still. I was already super upset with him leaving swimming....why didn't I just call, canceled and go home?
Anyway, dinner.
Orson ran around their house like a mad man, taking toys away from the little girl, giving their 11 month old hugs that knocked them both down, driving their playschool car over everything (including people), etc. Then he sat for dinner (but only ate fruit) and then he and the little girl went into the other room to play....it got really quite....they had colored all over the immaculate carpet with blue crayon. She played it off, I scrubbed the life out of the carpet with resolve....its still on their carpet. I want to cry. The rest of the evening went almost as badly and as we were leaving Orson spotted their play tent and refused to come out. I still want to cry. It was horrible and I am sure that they will never ask us over again, ever. I really want to cry, I really liked her. And now, I am embarrassed to go to Bible Study, no one else will ever invited us over, I am sure.
How do I make lemonade out of that?
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Oh, I am so sorry you had such a bad time!! Call her and laugh and joke about it, then invite them to your house...and secretly hope that their little girl acts like a terror so you are even. Definitely no lemonade! Oh, that sucks. But, every single one of us goes through it if that helps. Every single mother on the planet at some time or other goes through it.
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