I say Purgatory rather than Hell because, well, I'm Catholic, and the weekend could've been worse. Plus if you look at it from a certain point of view, maybe it was meant as a soul-cleansing experience or something.
Purgatory started off on Friday after work. I got home and checked the mail - two pieces and neither was junk OR a bill! Woohoo! The first was a thank-you note from a friend's engagement party. I didn't recognize the return address on the second so I started tearing into it. In mid-tear I saw the words, "A & K are having a baby!" and I immediately threw it across the room like it had bitten me. Of course I already knew A & K were pg, but why oh why do the shower invitations have to show up at the worst possible times?? (You know, after my pity party last week.)
I (mostly) got over my horror by the time we left to go camping. (And once I got my chicken fajita pita from Ja.ck in the B.ox I was even in a good mood!) About this camping trip - hubs's family does it every year, and the whole family kinda comes and goes throughout the week. So I was totally expecting the handful of little kids, the baby, the cooing and talking nonstop about said children, etc. And I was prepared - I brought a bottle of tequila, a bottle of margarita mix, and some of my favorite snacks to console me. Things were going to be peachy, and they were.
We spent all day Saturday on the beach and had a great time. I may have had a few pretty strong margaritas throughout the day, so by the time we headed back to camp I was sauced. Hubs and I headed off to the showers where we waited behind the most adorable young family ever. They had three very small children and all of them had the most beautiful red hair. As soon as hubs and I got into our shower room thingy, I lost it. You know why.
To top it off, we had our monthly dinner at my parents' house last night, and all my nieces and nephews were over. My youngest niece has started walking, she's getting so big! And my brother and SIL had taken her to visit some family recently and were showing photos of my niece and my cousin's 6 month old baby playing together. I tried really hard not to let it get to me, and I don't think anyone noticed that it did. It was just bad timing for me I guess.
So I'm ready to be back at work today! Is it wrong that I can't wait until my pg cube neighbor is gone on her maternity leave? She'll be here for 2 more weeks and I am counting down the days. And I'm looking forward to the road trip more and more. I really need to get my mind off of this stuff for a while.