Weekends at Our House part 2

So as life would have it being pulled was definitely the description for the end of the long weekend.  Today we sprung into action this time, moving the family room around to accommodate the tv.  If you are wondering as to why this would be such an issue, let me back up the bus and give some background.  Just over a year ago we moved into our new home. We did this to accommodate my husbands aging father who was diagnosed with lung cancer.  Upon moving into the home we set up the family room with the furniture that we had and soon realized that we created a toy pit that became an eyesore and it was almost impossible for anyone to get a book from the bookshelf, let alone play in there.  So it became a personal journey to figure something out.  Well we had moved into an older home and cable wires and internet needed to be rerouted. Well, we did through lots of grunts, frustration, a few naughty words and through a cold air return we accomplished the unthinkable in the room.

So the morning started off with grampa just putting it out there that he was going to take the bus to the grocery store to get a few heavy items tomorrow unless we were planning on going out today.  Both my husband and I looked at each other and then back at dad and almost simultaneously said that we didn't have a problem taking him out to the store that's what we are there for.  Well the typical sigh and then "as long as it is ok?" comment comes.  Once it was determined that we would take him out, we decided to go out and look at a new receiver for the tv since we were going to move it.  We told him that we would come back for him to take him grocery shopping and he thought that was a great idea.

Out we went and back we came with a new receiver and a big moving job ahead of us. My husband took out his dad and our son and I went to work moving things off of the shelves. Now the question was "where the heck was I going to put this stuff?" Well the dining room table for now seemed to solve the problem. I will come back to this in a minute.  Moving started and the boys came home.  Grampa put his groceries away and came up and sat at the table with a beer. No problem.  He really tries hard to be included in the events of the house but it is difficult for him as he has macular degeneration and is almost fully blind. He can see the big stuff and he was impressed with how the room opened up.  So onto trying to clean house and cook family dinner amidst the needed assistance from me to my husband setting everything up and a 4 year old needing to be occupied.

Now I was in the kitchen finishing off dinner, with grampa asking for a wine glass, 4 year old needing snack and guidance, and husband asking questions as to why things weren't working out and at one point I just wanted to tell everyone to "shut up"!!  I know bad momma! oh well, I had my moment and it quickly passed as it so often does.  When what to my wondering ears do I hear from grampa was "so I guess dinner in the dining room is not going to happen tonight." Really, seriously, are you really upset about this or being sarcastic? sometimes it's hard to tell. Me...press the ignore button...

Well dinner finally made it and all were seated around the kitchen table tonight for a roast dinner.  Everyone is enjoying dinner when my husband asked me to pass the peas and carrots.  One would think this would not entice comments, well as it has become very common in our house, comment followed. Here it comes my reference earlier to the dining room table having stuff on it... Grampa then states as dish is being passed..."well the table is a little crowded tonight, not like the dining room table when we have dinner, so much more room." Hubby and I just looked at each other across the table and made eye contact that said it all.  I stated it wasn't a problem and left it at that.  This comment tells me that he was not happy that we were eating dinner in the kitchen nook tonight. Oh well...this is life.  I am getting used to learning every time we sit down to dinner to be enlightened with a new perspective from the older generation.

Tonight I am tired.  Boy is in bed upstairs.  Grampa is in bed downstairs. Hubby and I are chillin' for a bit before we go off to bed as my workout comes very early in the morning.  I sign off with...it really was a good weekend at our house.

Oh What the Weekend Brings

Welcome to my new endeavor.
I finally decided to put my thoughts about life as I see it on a blog.  Who knows how many people out there may see things the same way or offer a different perspective. But as life would have it right now, I am a wife, mother, dog mom, daughter, daughter in-law (whose father in-law lives with us), sister, friend, teacher, and a woman living in the 21st century.  I am part of the new mom's in their 40's circle, full time wife and teacher. I also have my husband's father who is in his 80's living with us in a suite in our home.  I am part of the Sandwich Generation. What kind of sandwich I am right now remains to be chosen. I will definitely try to name some while I write these blogs. I named this blog Weekends at our House, because something always presents itself as a challenge or celebration of life in full force. Maybe this weekend's sandwich is Pulled Pork.  Like right now....grampa is sitting at the kitchen table figuring out what his day is going to be like....the offer of a drive out on a glorious morning has been suggested by his son, just the two of them, and it takes a moment to figure out if that's a possibility for the day...questions that arise are: Yes I guess we could do that if you are up to it...followed by Bev have you had breakfast yet? No because I am not going with you. Oh, ok. The mind of grampa now being pulled to another thought and followed by a short pause then the response...I guess that's ok.  Then my son tries to tell grampa that he is not going but staying to have a bath...this is where it get's a little tricky...grampa is in the process of getting hearing aides, which will hopefully eliminate the need to speak very loudly, especially from a 4 year olds perspective, to be heard and understood.  It is quite charming at times as well as, very frustrating.  The hearing aides are a whole different story and will be written about on a future blog.  Right now I will have to put off finishing as I am being pulled by my 4 year old who cannot stand the pain of patience, in waiting for his bath and keeps saying to me as he sits by my side...aweee! why does it take so long?  My tummy says right now....followed by the biggest sigh ever!!! Off I go being pulled. :)