But no, instead I am sitting her with dye in my hair, looking oh so HELLA GOOD (NOT) blogging instead. (I can't help but sing, I'm gonna wash that gray right out of my hair!!)
Maybe I should explain....
A few weeks ago I received an email from BlogHer inviting me to a party they were having at Atlantic Station.
BlogHer is one of the companies that I have ads on my page from and they also post links to blog post as they see fit. Atlantic Station (for anyone who is not familiar) is a really cool shopping area in Atlanta. It's like a HUGE outdoor mall. I've only been once and had a blast.
I was extremely excited when I got the invite and immediately emailed back asking if I could bring a fellow blogger. My girlfriend Rona from The Dinsmore's, works crazy hours and rarely gets a break, so I asked her to go with me. We both worked out the details with our husbands. (the party was from 4-8, a little crazy but we were going to make it work).
STRIKE ONE- my poor girlfriend had to fly to Louisiana last night because her godmother passed away. She keep apologizing, I said girl please, what in the world are you apologizing for??
Last night I told Brian that I probably wasn't going to go.
NO, NO, he said, you should go.
It was to short a notice to ask anyone else and I just felt like it would be a little weird not knowing anyone.
My husband's words were, since when do you have trouble talking to people.
TRUE, TRUE, but still I wasn't to sure.
Today I woke up and fully intended to go (Lena and Heidi, not a word!)
I went and picked up my new carpet, that was suppose to be installed on Thursday, but now it won't be until Tuesday. At least it's Tuesday, RIGHT??
Half full REMEMBER!!!
The phone call from my carpet installer kind of trigger my,
STRIKE TWO- a headache!! ARGH!!! I thought maybe it will be gone by this afternoon, wishful thinking did not work.
Brian comes home early because he is suppose to be doing the kids activities for me, so I can go and hang out with some cool, hip bloggers.
I tell him, I'm not going to go.
Heidi just go, he says.
We get the carpet out of my truck and into the garage, get Hannah ready for swim practice and Jakob gets his homework to do at her swim practice. Alex stayed after school to help unload trucks from his bands fundraiser. Brian was going to swing by and pick him up after swim practice (And this was a VERY LIGHT day) and then take him to drop off all of his items that he sold to the people in our neighborhood.
After Brian and the kids left, I went upstairs to change my clothes. As I walked up the stairs a bag on my kitchen table caught my eye, but I just kept going. After I got my clothes out and ready to put on, I then realized
STRIKE THREE- the bag that caught my eye was Hannah's SWIM bag. You know, her bag that has her goggles, fins and towel in. That might be a little important seeing as though she was going to swim practice!! So I start to get dressed quickly, thinking I'll just drop the bag off on my way out. It's not on my way but I will make it work.
And then,
STRIKE FOUR- (yes I know they don't have 4 strikes in Baseball, but believe me, you don't want to nit pick me right now :)
As I was putting on my NEW pants the button popped off and as that happened my nail bend back, then a few chose words came out of my mouth (OK, so they were DAMN IT TO HELL)leave me alone already!
I took off the pants and the really cute sweater. Put my jeans and fleece back on, gathered up my daughters bag and headed out the door.
I was done, done with the day. Done with the idea of a nice evening, it just wasn't suppose to happen.
We took the kids for pizza after everything was over, as we were sitting there Brian said, so why didn't you really go?
I don't know why, maybe I was a little nervous (that's not usually my style). Maybe I really subconsciously was nervous and after my comfort zone (Rona) was not going to be there, my brain purposely sabotaged my evening. OK that sentence just made my head hurt again!!
Hopefully, they will have something again. And hopefully, I will be invited again. And hopefully my
But for now, I'm going to wash that gray right out of my hair :):)
2 comments:
I'm so bummed you didn't get to go. At least you got a nice pizza night with your family! right?
What color are you dying your hair?
We've all been there.
It's ok. There will be other parties.
I find it hard to go to things like that alone. It feels so...
exposed? Maybe that's the word.
You weren't having a good day. In the end, you did what you needed to do--take care of you and your family.
No regrets now!!
Hugs.
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