I Just Want You To Know ...
that I don't just vent to you when I'm miserable. I vent when it all works out, too.
After I posted a couple of hours ago, I called R, who talked me down off the ledge, so to speak. I was feeling a lot better about a lot of this after I talked to her, and I felt better able to talk to K about it, too.
Then I got an email response from my cousin, who said that hell yes, they wanted K to come, and just let them know! So I promised a final answer to them by tomorrow night.
K came downstairs and we talked some more; she had decided not to go. I said I respected that, but she should know that we all would be happy if she joined us, and she would have a really good time. She wavered, but said it would be so rude to ask them if she could come at this late date, and I showed her their email and I could see her start to melt.
Here's the plan. If we can get her a dress tomorrow, she'll go. Yes, it will cost. Yes, I'll be getting another hotel room; I'll ask for adjoining. It's not like I expected R to hang out with me in the room after the shindig; I knew she'd be hanging out with her cousins then, and I'm happy that K will be there to hang out with them, too. She's so depressed; I couldn't see leaving her out. I was thinking of myself selfishly before, which is okay, because I got it out of the way. Now I hope that this is a good thing for her, because she really needs it. I'm not having a heart attack. I've just been having some heartburn lately, which is why I made an appointment to review that medication. I wasn't only being selfish, I was being melodramatic. I'm good at that, too.
So that's where we stand. Dress shopping tomorrow, then we call the hotel and the airlines. My sister, who encouraged K to go this afternoon, is all over me because I'm getting them a separate hotel room; I should have just said no. So I guess she's not 100% over whatever it was last week that caused her to make pronouncements over my behavior and decisions and choices.
Whatever. I have a book to read. (Oh, btw, I also finished packing. You knew I would.)
watching THE GOLDEN GIRLS :: ENTRY #2115
READING: The Outliers by Malcolm Glaldwell
Isn't it crazy how being a parent continues to challenge us even after our babies are grown? When my kids were little, I used to fantasize about how lovely it would be when they could solve their own problems. Ha! I love being a parent of grown children and even though it seems their problems are more difficult, once I'm over the "why do I have to keep doing this?" panic, I'm honored that they keep coming to me for advice. I hope you and your daughters have a lovely time. I hope your sister is warm and loving to you. I hope you get some much deserved rest and relaxation.
ReplyDeleteWhew! I'm glad it all worked out, and I sure hope you find a lovely dress for K. It will probably do her a world of good to get out of New Jersey for a little while, take her mind off things. Also I'm very glad you are not having a heart attack. I hope the doctors can sort out your meds. (And when Kurt put on The Golden Girls for me last night, I thought of you...)
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