wacky weekend

CODY IS HOME!  He got home yesterday afternoon, tired and cold, and happy to be here.  He had a pretty good time with his buddies, though the snow certainly put a (literal) damper on the weekend.

A lot of strange, fun, and eventful things have happened since Friday.  Friday was weird.  I started out the day with two separate clients' houses to clean (that was completed successfully).  I got an upsetting phone call from a family member and had racing thoughts all day while working. (No tragedies--sending good vibes to the people involved in a bad situation).

When I finished up the second house (this place is over 9,000 square feet--no shit) I got a great sense of relief, which was exactly what I needed.  I have worked for this family for around two years, but our time has come to an end.  The lady of the house and I had been discussing the topic for a couple of weeks, and I had decided (in my head--I hadn't even told Cody that I was thinking about quitting because it was a difficult decision, as I am not a quitter.  Ever.).  Basically, I am great at my job.  We both knew that.  We also both knew that I do not have seven to nine hours to devote each week at her house.  They are planning on downsizing (ummm, yes, please do--talk about excessive space) and that is all fine--life situations change all the time.  I was not even a little sad, I was jumping up and down, ecstatic relieved.  I recently took on a new client and it booked me solid.  Like, if something comes up such as a sick kid or a snow day and I have to miss work, it would have messed up every other day of that week, too.  My schedule has to be delicately balanced to work out, because I have clients that are weekly, bi-weekly, occasionally (every couple of months) and one that is every third Friday.

I need the flexibility, that is why I work for myself.  I have part-time hours for full-time pay, and I have worked hard to get here.  Until I graduate and my kids are a few years bigger, this will be my situation.  I am grateful for it each day, as I am able to drop my kids off at school, pick up Laica in the afternoon, and be home when Caden gets off of the bus (and be ready to feed him--that kid does not stop eating).

Cody's mom, Beckie, took the kids and me to see Pinocchio at the Lander's Theater Saturday morning, and it was SO fun.  I am not usually into kid's television programs or movies, but musicals are a whole other story.  It was so cute, we all really enjoyed ourselves.
 
I hadn't been paying much attention to the forecast with the hectic Thursday and Friday that I had, and we got snow Saturday morning.  The kids were supposed to go to Marshfield after the show to stay with my parents, but by the time we got out, the roads were terrible.  Fortunately, they got to go sleep over at Magnolia's house and were thrilled with that.  I picked them up yesterday around one, and they were tired and happy kids.

I had a quiet, clean house after I tidied up when getting back from taking the kids to Portland's.  I was a little bored, but was okay with blogging and looking through facebook, and my school work is all caught up.  (One week until spring break!!!)  I got showered and into sweats, logged onto Facebook and commented on a friend's (friend of about 14 years and former roomie) picture.

That exchange led to receiving a text from him (I didn't have his number after the last phone I had died).  We had a fun, conversation back and forth for a bit and wished each other well, promising to see each other soon.  Well, unfortunately I don't think that will be happening, but I hope otherwise... Not long after that I got a private message from said friend's fiance, making terrible, false, accusations.  I hope she was intoxicated, because if not, then wow.  Just wow.  I will not go into all of the details, but let's just say that after a two to three hour period of receiving messages from her telling me to "go f*ck myself" and me denying any wrongdoing, telling her she was making a mistake, and asking her to please re-read the conversation.  After a very firm message from me, once again encouraging her to re-read our text conversation, I GOT AN APOLOGY.  Actually, I got more than one apology.  I was proud that I never cursed back at her or stooped to her level, I knew I was not in the wrong, whatsoever.  While I didn't stoop to her level, I wanted to.  In my mind, I was thinking, "THAT'S RIGHT, YOU CRAZY BITCH.  CHILL THE EFF OUT!" I encouraged her to have an honest conversation with him, got an apology from him for the encounter, and wished both the best.  Whoa.  I miss my friend, but I will not be initiating any conversations with him until I hear from him.  I think it may be a while.  :)  I never have drama, so this practically blew me out of the   water.  I was dumbfounded.  Glad it got sorted out, but damn.  No more of that, ever.

In the midst of the messaging nonsense that was going on, I decided to brave the weather and headed over to some of Cody and my friend's house to drink a couple Stellas and sing karaoke.  It was so much fun, can't wait to hang again soon, with Cody too.  I am pretty sure I got buzzed and gushed about him a lot. I love that guy.   Next blog challenge topic is "5 things that irritate me about guys/girls."  Should be a fun list, especially with the dramatics experienced over the weekend.  :)  Look for that post soon, I'm about to run out the door to take Laica to school and go to work.  MONDAY!