Glad I got to vent here (sorry for those of you who wasted your time reading my spew).
Got it out of my system and had a fun party.
Once again learned to go into things without expectations as I found that most of what I feared didn't come to pass.
Everyone showed up.
I told everyone who came over (except one woman who is a recent WAS and a little bit crazy) about being S. And it really was fine.
I couldn't get the basement TV working, but it was fine. Nobody cared. We had the game on in the family room and that was plenty.
I had enough food. People liked it.
None of the kids dropped their orange or blue Izze all over the couch.
The toddler who came over didn't whine and throw a tantrum the whole time. In fact, she was rather charming and adorable and didn't even fuss until they were leaving.
The gossipy Mom who came over was perfectly nice and not nosy at all.
I had a semi-weird mix of adults (I just invited who my kids wanted to invite), and they all got along great.
It was fine not having my H there. I can throw a party all on my own. And I didn't really even think about him much.
The one thing I was not worried about and not prepared for DID happen.
The Broncos lost by 35. Ugh.
(But if I HAD worried about that, they STILL would have lost by 35.)
My poor S7 is so devastated. He has vowed to never watch another Broncos game again.
I have been looking forward to my appt with a lawyer tomorrow, but now I am feeling sad about it. This is actually going to happen. And I don't want it to.
Boo.
me: 44 XH: 42 M 11 years D10 and S8 Bomb drop 9/27/13 D final 7/1/14
