It Smells Like Pee

That's not what I wanted to talk about, but just as I was starting to write, I smelled pee. Turns out, my neighbor/coworker is eating homemade weird pee smelling popcorn. To each their own. So the Super Bowl happened yesterday. We were invited to one of Hubby's co-worker's house. I got to meet a lot of wives on his new shift. I say this is his new shift, but in reality it's not. He's been on this shift for about a year and a half. But unlike our last shift, I never really met any of the wives. Our last shift, the majority of the wives were best friends, and still are. We are super close and our kids are too. This new shift, not so much. Another wife and I Co-Created a wives group called WOPO. It's our way of making sure the wives know each other, in case of an emergency. We try to have a get together when we can, and it gives us a nice night out and away from spouses or kids. In fact, we are hosting a K9 Memorial Fund BBQ in May. So anyways, I am always trying to make sure all the wives belong to the Wives group, so no one feels left out, and they can have a break, and help out with our BBQ and whatever else we do in the future. I was asking one of the new gals I met yesterday, if she belonged to WOPO, because I didn't recognize her name. Well, hilarity ensued and I learned to ask Hubby beforehand who someone is. Turns out, she was not a wife, but a girlfriend. And she wanted to be more serious, and her boyfriend didn't. And so when I asked, that brought up some feelings of resentment from her. And since the whole shift knows about the boyfriend's lack of wanting something serious, he got much ribbing. I don't care that he doesn't want something serious, he's super young, and he's not lying to her. I just wish Hubby had warned me beforehand, so I didn't embarrass her or myself. And then I wound up not asking any of the wives/spouses/partners/significant others/girlfriends I met for the rest of the evening, just in case. And I missed out on a great opportunity to network with new people, and discuss the BBQ. But I didn't want it to be any more awkward than it already was, and I didn't want to exclude her. Other than that, the girls had a great time playing. There were equal boys and girls, and they were tired when they got home. Abbey even slept through the night.
Back to the Super Bowl, I heard a football game broke out at a fight. That reminded me of one of my all-time favorite scenes from a movie. Necessary Roughness. Laughter will follow, know this.
Hubby didn't get to go hunting this weekend. I actually feel bad for him. I know he really wanted to go, and take his son on his first hunting trip. But the guide canceled, and what can you do. I am thankful he was here with us though. It rained a lot and I still don't feel well. He got to see Harper at her volleyball class, and we went to get Harper's haircut afterwards. He and Abbey stayed in the car while she napped. We had a 45 minute wait, so that would have never happened had I been alone. Then I dropped them off at the house, and went grocery shopping alone. At my Happy Place (a story for another post). And it was raining, so I had to unload groceries in the pouring ass rain. I wouldn't have wanted to do that with the girls by myself. Watched a non-animated adult movie (not porn, just not for kids), which is rare. It was called Blended. Super cute movie with Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore. And we just kind of hung out. Super low key. Sunday morning, I tackled Mount Laundry. I love finding shirts I have long forgotten about. There was a pack n'play underneath. And a small tribe of indigenous Laundry people.