I’m telling you, they can’t write the crazy things my kids do. And thank goodness, right? My blog, though it would still be completely awesome, would be much less entertaining with out the ridiculous things the kiddos say and do.
We had a crazy weekend, but then, I can’t remember a weekend since having kids that has not been crazy. We got out to do some Good Will hunting, which always makes me happy. No big treasure finds this time, but I did get a handful of clothes and books for the kids. I can never say no when they ask for a book, it’s my weakness. We are all big book nerds in this house.
We also made a trip to Trader Joe’s. Oh my goodness, I love Trader Joe’s! Everything about it! The products, the prices, the atmosphere! They have little shopping carts for the babies to push around and shop with you. Come on now, that is adorable! And genius! Although, I would imagine that a large number of people get ran into from overly excited pint size shoppers. Still, very cool.
While at Trader Joe’s, Mama got adventurous and bought some fish. Mama does not like fish. The smell alone nauseates me. I wanted to give it another fair try though, and the kids definitely don’t eat enough of it because I can’t stand it. Well. I tried. Still completely grody in my opinion. But the kids gobbled it up. “I never knew fish was so tasty!”, Bella exclaimed. Good for them! Guess I’ll have to put up with the smell more often for their sake. Won’t be any narsty fishies on my plate though.
What’s a weekend without a little drama? Yes, the crazy telenovela that is my parental relationship is still just as over dramatic and ridiculous as usual. Here’s the thing, and it’s the last thing I will say about it all. Yay? My dad told my mom that my husband does not care about her and does not give a (insert expletive here) if she lives or dies. He seriously said that. To the sick, depressed woman that he is “trying to protect.” Not only is it an absolutely ridiculous lie, but it is just mean and hurtful. And ugly. My husband is the kindest, gentlest, most thoughtful, wonderful man on this planet. He loves my mother as if she were his own. My father as well. They were his family. Now, here is where Abe and I are complete polar opposites. He would be happy to drop it all and pretend like nothing ever happened.
See, I can not do that. It is not going to happen. When you have a problem with my husband, you have a problem with me. And I know how to carry a grudge. I am Latina, it’s in my blood. My husband and my children are my priority. They are my life, everything in my world revolves around them. I refuse to overlook the vicious, nastiness. As far as I am concerned, unless my dad comes begging on his knees for forgiveness from Abe, which will never happen, then this will never die. My husband’s feeling were deeply hurt. That only fueled my anger.
Does it upset my mom? Yes! Of course! But you know what? Everything was fine until my father declared World War 3. He started it, only he can end it. I am checking out.
You know that old saying, “Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will never hurt me”? Mintieras! Words hurt most of all.