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.
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