Grumpy started Thursday night, contaminated yesterday and today proceeded to bring the germs to today. Fun times.
When we arrived at the lake with birthday dinner, presents and balloons in arms Mr. Grumpy Pants met us in the driveway. He started with the grumps before we even got in the house and it didn't stop. Constantly picking at me, passive aggressive crap, and grump on crack. Pushing every button I have. Little Miss. Sunshine took it about as long as she could and then she blew. I had had enough. And I cried too. Ugh. Have I told y'all I'm not a pretty crier? Well, I'm not. It is U G L Y. Blubbering, can't catch my breath crap. I hate it when I cry because I pay all the next day. My face will be so swollen in the morning that I won't be able to open my eyes and I won't be able to breathe all night. Just lovely. Not.
We packed our belongings and came back home. The good news is that J wanted to pack all her stuff and never come back and I had the opportunity to tell her that we don't throw people away just because we're mad at them. Yes, I needed some time and space but tomorrow would be better and that I still loved Mr. Grumpy Pants.
Tonight Mr. Grumpy Pants can go party somewhere else. Tomorrow will be a better day.
Annie....do you hear the screaming in the attic? It's me.
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Hm.....now, if this were one of the girls...... Has he tried tapping? Obviously birthdays are dysregulating for someone ELSE you know.
I occasionally wonder why I can be so compassionate with my kids, but when it comes to the other adult in the home, my "Beyond Consequences" self is no where to be found.
ROCK ON DUDE!
I am so happy you packed up your toys and left. Good! When someone is being enough of a whiner that the kids pick up on it and start to react, that is enough of the whiner.
Now of course, you have changed up plans that already deviated from the schedule, so you are going to pay. But, you showed your kids a great example and lesson.
I too am a hideous cryer, so I know how that goes. I try to avoid it at all costs, I can't usually even talk what with all the gasping and suffocating going on!
I think you handled that *really* well, including the lesson to Little Miss J.
As for how Mr. Grumpy handled it, well.... I'd be frustrate too.
Sorry things turned out so rotten. I remember having to cancel my own birthday one year because everyone else around me was fighting over it all.day.long. I finally just threw my hands in the air and rand out of the house.
So, what's his birthday trauma all about? Sounds like he needs an un-birthday celebration just like the girls have. Try again next week.
Awww. Damp, cool tea bags on the eyes reduces the swelling. Next year buy him a gift certificate where you name a star after someone - tell him you think he is "just out of this world" or that he's "from another planet". Whichever you are feeling and he is acting at the moment!!!!
ah I have a Mr Grumpy pants to...it is not his birthday that triggers it, it is visits from his family! I can feel the knots in your stomach from Arizona!!
Yeah, lessons on life, love and forgiveness are the good things that come out of Armadillo's birthdays too. I am so sorry for the pain. I understand totally. *Hug* Kudos for trying again anyway. And we all know you are going to try again next year. And when it finally IS a celebration, it will all be worth it.
it's always hard the grown ups act like the kids. glad that there was a lesson in all out it though. Perhaps next year you should try like a week ahead so that he really is cuaght off gaurd and does not have time to sabatoge it.
Ugh. CRAPPY.
Aww, I am so sorry! You could bring me a bday dinner any day! (grin) I prescribe cold packs for your face, a long bubble bath and a mug of hot cocoa or whatever is appropriate where you live. (It is freezing here!)
I am so sorry he was such a pain. YOu are so sweet and thoughtful that it is just his loss to not be able to enjoy/appreciate it. Next time have the party without him!? Big hugs, Dia.
I'm sorry. Truly, just sorry. That's hard to deal with.
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