Well, this weekend didn't happen exactly as planned. I took my kids to their dad's on Friday night and eagerly drove home to meet up with Jess. We met at Olive Garden and had a delightful dinner! Love their Moscato and thoroughly enjoyed dinner. I was disappointed however that my tiramasu was still frozen on the inside. Just meant I got to take it home for later! :) We then went home and went to bed.
Saturday morning was spent lounging in bed, leisurely enjoying each others' company, talking and laughing. When we got hungry, we got ready and headed to town for lunch at Applebees and then an afternoon/evening of shopping.
We couldn't decide if we were going to go to my work party or if we were going to go home and have the promised photo shoot. I was itching toward my camera and she kinda wanted to go listen to the great music my employers had promised. Well, my brother threw a wrench into all our plans. He called on Sat. morning just as we were getting ready to leave and said that his son wanted to celebrate his 15th birthday at my dad's on Sunday afternoon.
So we decided to go home after shopping and do homework and maybe have the photo shoot. In the end, neither happened. We came home later than expected and hadn't eaten, so we warmed up a few leftovers. I remembered my tiramasu for the night before and gobbled it down like a little piggie. I ended up with a terrible stomachache and bloating and thought I was going to be sick. I was awake most of the night trying to lay still so I didn't have to run for the bathroom. I never did get sick, but I missed out on many hours of sleep. I still wasn't feeling well on Sun. morning.
I managed to pull myself from bed to get ready for my nephew's party and we went down to my Dad's for dinner. We stayed for awhile and then had to go get my kids from their dad's. Jess tried to do homework in the car, but it was too difficult as I was demanding of her attention (even if I didn't try to be) and once the kids were in the vehicle, well, any concentration was impossible.
As soon as we picked up the kids, I could sense a change in Jess. She said she wasn't feeling good, headache, sore throat, chills, body aches, etc...Sometimes I feel like she uses all of this as an excuse for other things. She doesn't do it to be mean or manipulative, I think it's more to not hurt my feelings. I think there are perceived resentment issues between Jess and my son. There is a definite "You're not my Dad" mentality on his part and she just wants to help me raise my kids. Because we don't live together, there is a line drawn in the sand that she doesn't know how to cross. It just seems like as soon as my kids are around, something in her changes. Not sure yet what that is and she hasn't shared.
We got home and got the kids to bed and by that time, I was more than ready for bed as well. Jess stayed last night with the intention of getting up and leaving this morning to make it to work on time (a 2 hour drive). Well, because she wasn't feeling good (or because she wanted to sleep more or cuddle me more or whatever) she didn't get up in time, so she decided to take the day off and do the homework she didn't get done over the weekend.
I hope she takes this semester seriously and doesn't procrastinate. She has an extraordinary opportunity and I hope she makes the most of it.
I asked if that meant she will be staying here again tonight and she said "Sadly, no." and yet she hasn't answered any emails, voice mails, or texts today. I asked her to call when she left my house and she did not. Am I to assume she hasn't left? Maybe she won't. Maybe I'm getting my hopes up....
Anyway, that's what the weekend looked like for me....today is just another day in the life of Claire....
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