Everything & The Kitchen Sink
This past weekend was an exercise in extremes. We had one of N's neighborhood friends overnight and the boys were great. Seriously, no fighting, no whining, no tears. Truly a good experience.
Saturday was filled with soccer, my long-ish run (on the way to being longer), more soccer, and N's school auction dinner. I have been fighting cramps from hell and was not necessarily in the best of moods to go, but I knew we had to go and that it would promise to be a good time. Also, my hair is three weeks overdue for cut and color and my eyebrows and upper lip need waxing. I was not at my loveliest by far.
The dinner was fun. The wine was free and generously poured. I lost every silent auction item on which I bid. W, however, won each of the live auction items, with the help of much red wine and encouragement from our table. We bought an Adrian Peterson - signed OU football, a case of wine and four tickets to the Indy 500 race. The football and the race tickets will be given out to employees, so it is a legitimate business expense (employee morale is 100% deductible, you know). The case of wine is for our enjoyment.
Had this been it, I would have been happy. However, there was a room party in the hotel. Yes, a room party. Something I have not attended since I was in college and we would have a party within a party at the Beta Theta Pi fraternity house. That, in fact, was the place to be at the house.
I must stop here and point out that (1) I was relatively sober, having stretched out two glasses of wine over a 2.5 hour period and (2) W was nowhere close to sober, having had many glasses of wine and little food and (3) it has been close to two years since we have fought.
On the way to the room party, the differing conditions of sobriety became glaringly obvious. W's use of the f-bomb increased, his words were slurred and his voice was loud. We were about to spend time with our son's friends' parents. I was more than a little wary of W's potential behavior, only to become downright frightened when he proceeded to badger someone, then when I tried to calm him, he said something to me that made me stand up tall and state very firmly, "You do not treat me like that. Ever."
Now the drama started. Oh my, there was drama. We eventually left the hotel together and found our vehicle, fought over who was driving, fought on the way home, he threw everything plus the kitchen sink at me, while I - for once - calmly volleyed everything back at him. It pays to be sober in one of our fights. Fortunately, all is okay and was resolved before we went to sleep and W is highly embarrassed (as he should be) and dismayed that he said that to me.
One couple deserves an apology, as they were the ones who heard him. I am thankful only they heard him and no others. We are both sad that we were not able to hang out with the other couples, but sometimes a person must stand up for herself and that was one of those times. It is very empowering.
Lessons learned: eat a bit more when drinking wine and alternate glasses of water with glasses of wine and have a clear understanding of alcohol consumption and expected behavior prior to an event. Although that kind of behavior should never be warranted, understand that W has been under tremendous pressure of late. It's not an excuse, but it is an explanation.
Sunday, fortunately, was a much better day.
Saturday was filled with soccer, my long-ish run (on the way to being longer), more soccer, and N's school auction dinner. I have been fighting cramps from hell and was not necessarily in the best of moods to go, but I knew we had to go and that it would promise to be a good time. Also, my hair is three weeks overdue for cut and color and my eyebrows and upper lip need waxing. I was not at my loveliest by far.
The dinner was fun. The wine was free and generously poured. I lost every silent auction item on which I bid. W, however, won each of the live auction items, with the help of much red wine and encouragement from our table. We bought an Adrian Peterson - signed OU football, a case of wine and four tickets to the Indy 500 race. The football and the race tickets will be given out to employees, so it is a legitimate business expense (employee morale is 100% deductible, you know). The case of wine is for our enjoyment.
Had this been it, I would have been happy. However, there was a room party in the hotel. Yes, a room party. Something I have not attended since I was in college and we would have a party within a party at the Beta Theta Pi fraternity house. That, in fact, was the place to be at the house.
I must stop here and point out that (1) I was relatively sober, having stretched out two glasses of wine over a 2.5 hour period and (2) W was nowhere close to sober, having had many glasses of wine and little food and (3) it has been close to two years since we have fought.
On the way to the room party, the differing conditions of sobriety became glaringly obvious. W's use of the f-bomb increased, his words were slurred and his voice was loud. We were about to spend time with our son's friends' parents. I was more than a little wary of W's potential behavior, only to become downright frightened when he proceeded to badger someone, then when I tried to calm him, he said something to me that made me stand up tall and state very firmly, "You do not treat me like that. Ever."
Now the drama started. Oh my, there was drama. We eventually left the hotel together and found our vehicle, fought over who was driving, fought on the way home, he threw everything plus the kitchen sink at me, while I - for once - calmly volleyed everything back at him. It pays to be sober in one of our fights. Fortunately, all is okay and was resolved before we went to sleep and W is highly embarrassed (as he should be) and dismayed that he said that to me.
One couple deserves an apology, as they were the ones who heard him. I am thankful only they heard him and no others. We are both sad that we were not able to hang out with the other couples, but sometimes a person must stand up for herself and that was one of those times. It is very empowering.
Lessons learned: eat a bit more when drinking wine and alternate glasses of water with glasses of wine and have a clear understanding of alcohol consumption and expected behavior prior to an event. Although that kind of behavior should never be warranted, understand that W has been under tremendous pressure of late. It's not an excuse, but it is an explanation.
Sunday, fortunately, was a much better day.
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Hugs, darlin.
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