It's the Weekend!

We are up watching cartoons with the kids. Thinking of the things that need to get done today. Kids have a checkup appt at 3. Hoping to ask about Finn's speech at that point. We need some groceries, hoping to maybe find some Halloween costumes for the kids and maybe a winter coat for Lorelai. We have had a couple of cold snaps so its time to get one just in case another one sneaks up on us. Or, of course, in case winter decides to hit permanently. Have a fairly busy weekend ahead of us. Tomorrow is our turn to participate in the group garage sale, Sunday we have a few plans with friends, and of course, after all that, we have a Halloween party that morning.

I believe I'll answer another question from my previous blog http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=8488891101189008465#editor/target=post;postID=7673942867893345756

3, Describe your relationship with your parents.
My parents split when I was in kindergarten. I was mostly raised by my dad and stepmom. I would occasionally visit my mom and step dad. Growing up my dad and step mom were fairly uptight and strict about things that I did, It kept me out of a lot of trouble but also caused me to abruptly move out the first semester of college. I was a good kid and Im not just saying that. I was awesome at making my curfews, I didnt do anything illegal, I dated the nice guys. To this day Ive never tried a cigarette or any type of drug. I was in college before I had my first drink and have never had enough to even get a hangover. So when I got to college and they started telling me to be home by 10pm, on the weekends, I found that unfair. The night I decided to move out was the night I was studying for a college algebra final. I had a friend tutoring me (I am absolutely horrible at math) and when 9 o' clock rolled around (curfew was 9:30 during the week), I called because there was no way I'd be done and home in 30 minutes. Now, considering what I was asking to stay out for, I didnt think it was an issue. I wasnt partying or out having a good time, I was trying to pass this class by the skin of my teeth. Well, unfortunately, they completely freaked out that I was going to be late. I decided at that point I was fed up by the lack of freedom. They complained about how much I had been late recently. Again, I wasnt doing anything I wasnt suppose to be doing. I had a job that I was usually at late or I was studying my butt off. I am not someone that good grades came naturally for, I really had to work for it. That night I stayed at the dorm of the girl who was helping me study, and the next day went and talked to housing, who were able to set me up with a dorm. Paying for it was one of the hardest things Ive done.

When I moved out, I still kept up talking to them and my sister who was still young at home. I didnt avoid them or stop talking to them. I didnt hate them I just got tired of never being trusted, when I felt I had earned it.

A few years later, there have been rocky points in our relationship but we have one. Ive had to learn to stand my ground on some things but with boundaries everything goes smoothly and the kids have a relationship with their grandparents. To this day, my dad still makes quips about the wedding we chose to have and that it should have been at a different location on his terms. My fiance and I spent a year working our butts off on our wedding to make it happen..We didnt ask for anything until the end when we just had a couple of loose ends to tie up..We had taken care of the place and all...we were basically asking for help with the food. They said no to what asked. We had chosen to have the wedding in Fort Worth where we lived and my parents offered to pay for it only if we move it to their town...We had carefully chosen a beautiful location that we loved and that we could afford. We had the place paid for at that point and they wanted us to cancel it. The place they wanted us to have it at do everything for you basically and at that point I really wanted to decorate the wedding myself. I was using our wedding as my trial run to get into that industry. I dont regret anything about it. The day was beautiful and everytime I look at the pictures, Im still happy with what we did..However, to this day, my dad will make comments about what we should have done. At this point its more offensive than it was then, mostly because of just how hard we worked to make it happen.

When we visit now things for the most part are calm. Im sure there are childcare things I do that they dont agree with but they have restrained themselves in that department. So I guess you could say my relationship with them is polite. I still look forward to going home and seeing them. At the same time, Im always a little anxious about it. I think its just simply that we have entirely different personalities. Again, I certainly dont hate them or anything but we are just entirely different.