I live in limbo. What does that mean? It will be interesting to see if I can explain it in such a way for you to completely understand.
Jeff's birthday is Saturday.......oh, that's tomorrow. He has told the boys we will be going to Pismo for the weekend starting today. Well, this evening. That means we drive at night when the kids are tired and set up camp. Okay, I can deal with that. Then I hear "Dad says we aren't going til tomorrow." So what is it? Are we going today? Are we going tomorrow? Are we going at all? The answer I get is "Plan on going, but if it doesn't happen, then it doesn't happen."
Great get the kids hopes up and then just obliterate them. Meanwhile I don't know whether I should pack or not. I get "Go ahead and pack and then if we don't go you can just unpack." Just what I want......more work.
Right now he is working on a trailer for all the dirt bikes....that's great.....at least it will be ready IF. WE. GO. In his mind it was something he had to do anyway, so why not act like we are going to Pismo - a reason to get it done. AAAARRRRRGGGG!!!!
It is obnoxious that my social life is held in the balance of his schedule. I can't totally blame him for this, the company he is working for at the moment calls him day to day to let him know if he is needed. It. Is. Still. Frustrating.
To make matters worse, Trevor can't find his beloved dog and Adam has told him that he hid the dog. Trevor is getting belligerent with Adam and harassing him about finding his dog. He is also wandering around the house crying that he can't find the dog and trying to strong arm me into finding the dog. For 7 years I have kept tabs on this little guy and I am at a loss. He is miserable right now and will be worse for the wear if we can't find him before the alleged Pismo trip. What to do? Not sure. Maybe I should leave all the boys home and I go to Pismo. Alone.