Family Time ....

.... is something I treasure.  That's because, as the kids get older, and most of my family lives far away, I don't get Family Time as much as I'd like.  So when I do get it ..... I treasure every moment of it.

Yesterday my Mom and D came into town and we, along with a reluctant Son #3, went to a movie and then out to dinner.  I love any time I can spend with them.

And today my Dad and my brother drove in from Oklahoma.  They're flying to Mexico tomorrow for a fun fishing trip.  I wish I could go with them.
No, not to fish .... God no.  But to stay behind at the all-inclusive and just relax.

Things have been a bit stressful this week because someone in my life, who shall remain nameless, has broken my trust over and over and over again.
Yesterday morning any hope of trusting this person in the next 5-10 years was dashed to the ground.  Of course, this person has trashed my hope of trusting him/her over and over and over again.
Which proves that this person holds no respect for me whatsoever, and that makes me sad.

I am at the point where I'm going to have to make a very, very hard decision.  For both of us.  For my sanity and for this person's future.
A decision that will cause me to receive so much crap from most people that it makes me sick to my stomach to think about.

But I have to do what I think is best.  Best for this person first, and best for me.  Unfortunately, what I think is best will be a very, very unpopular decision to most people.
But then, most people don't live with me.
Most people don't know what it's like to be the only person who's in charge of so very much.
Most people have not been in my shoes .... and I hope they never will.

And truthfully, I cannot take much more crap from people.  I am very close to seriously consider moving.
Those of you who have been widowed get this.  I know you do.  I also know that I don't even need to explain any further ..... because you all get it.

Things are not the same after your spouse dies.
You want them to be the same.
Your friends want them to be the same.
But they are not.
Not at all.

And I know, that for many widowed people who live in smaller communities .... and have lived in them for a long time ..... staying in those communities in our "after" .... is easier said than done.

Enough about that.
As confusing as it probably is for many of you.

My Dad, brother and I just got home after eating some great Mexican food.
We are now watching the NBA game .... OKC Thunder (GO THUNDER!!!) vs. Miami Heat.  We are down 1-2.  Hopefully we'll tie it up tonight.  Especially with the three of us cheering them on.
Son #3 will be home from work soon and he'll join in the cheering on.

My Dad and brother have to catch a very early flight tomorrow morning.  Very, very, very early.
Did I mention that it's an early flight?  I think it leaves at 6:00 a.m.
As in, before-anyone-should-have-to-be-up-let-alone-driving-to-the-airport in the morning.

They will return on Sunday evening so we'll have another night to spend time with each other.
I love my family.
Sorry if I'm repeating myself.
I do that a lot lately.
Well, not really lately.  More like .... I've done that a lot since the end of 2007.

Camp Widow West is in 2 months.
That's both very stress-inducing (for the National Volunteer Coordinator) .... and very I-can't-wait inducing.
I love this job.  I love the women I work with.  Enormously.
And I love Camp Widow and every person who attends.
Plus, I love the fact that it's in San Diego so I get to spend time with Jim's brother and his family.  I love them enormously, too.
:)

OK, my brother just looked at his flight information.  And a correction has to be made.  A correction and a drive for them from the airport.
My Dad told me they'd be getting to Houston around 4 or 5 .... as in p.m.
As in, let's-go-eat-some-fabulous-seafood-after-I-pick-you-up-Sunday-evening.
Well, that has been blown all to hell.

My brother just informed me that they arrive at 2:00.
A.M.
As in, not-2:00-in-the-afternoon-but-in-the-middle-of-the-night-which-is-actually-Monday-morning.
There is no way on God's green earth that I'll be able to stay awake until 2:00 a.m.
I may have to call a taxi.
A taxi to take me to the airport to pick them up (so I can sleep in the back seat) and then bring them home.
Oh.
My.
Goodness.

I don't think my brother should be in charge of making flight reservations.
Ever again.

It's a good thing I love him.
Enormously.

So, other than the one big stressful situation going on, things are good.
The kids are good.
Oliver is good, which means he's being his normal-annoying-cat-self.
It's a good thing I love him.  :)

It's time for me to stop writing and pay attention to the game.  OKC is up.  They've been up the entire game.  Which is a bit scary because they usually seem to be down at the half and then come back to win.
Well, I say usually.
They're down by one game so they didn't accomplish their usual thing in 2 games.
But I think they can pull it out.
I hope they do, anyway.

Have a great rest of your Tuesday, Peeps.
And .... GO THUNDER!!!!
:)