Weeks End

My oh My....  I needed the weekend.  I had such a yucky week at work.  I was literally near tears as the the clock struck 4:30 on Friday.  I grabbed my purse and my keys and practically ran out of the door.  It is the greatest and not the greatest job at the same time.  In a nut shell.....  I kind of hate people.

Nearly every single client that I spoke with verbally slit my throat.  I don't know how I managed to keep calm.  It's like I think I subconsciously go to a happy place in my mind until they were finished beating me with their words and then I would snap out of my trance and assure them that I will completely stop my entire life and focus 100% of my attention to fixing their problem because it is the most important thing that I have ever done in my whole existence.....  fixing their meaningless problems.  Unfortunately at around 4:19 pm on Friday, I had had it.  And the poor, unfortunate soul who happened to be the Jack A that was talking to me at that exact moment that I lost my mind..... became the victim of my temporary insanity.   I opened up a can on him that he will not soon forget.   My boss said later that he thought the guy was going to start crying.  And instead of feeling a sense of relief and satisfaction, I have been wracked with unspeakable guilt all weekend.  

Poor skinny man with poorly placed tattoos of unthought out randomness.  (what man in his right mind would ever pay someone to permanently garnish his collarbone with a character from Lord of the Rings or maybe it was from some ridiculous video game is beyond me)  but his whimpy exterior, that he tried to hide with tough tattoos and big, unkind words is forever ingrained in my mind.  I feel so bad that I yelled at him and said those things about his mother.  

Just kidding, I didn't say anything about his mother.....until after he got into his car.  

Then.......

I got pulled over on the way home for going 43 in a 40.  First of all, why would the speed limit ever be 40?  I could practically run that fast, if I were a runner.  And why would any law enforcement A-hole for lack of a better word, embarrass himself by saying something in essence of......

"do you know why I flipped around when I passed you and pulled you over on this extremely busy street?  
You were going 43 in a 40.
And see this badge here, I earned it by running the mile in 9 minutes flat and climbing up a cargo net in my big police boots really fast.  And because I was a complete loser in high school, I decided to pursue police work, so that I can do really cool things like turn on my red and blue lights and force you to submit to me by pulling over and then I walk really slowly up to your car and condescend you and then I DON'T TICKET YOU.... cuz you're purdy."

Just kidding,  he didn't tell me I was purdy.  I just made that part up.  (Even though I HAD just coincidently applied lip gloss).   I just can't figure out why he would bother wasting BOTH of our time and NOT PUNISH ME?  If he is SO COOL?   I am not complaining for sure.  But c'mon.  I'm pretty sure some of the people that drove by were people I knew and they saw me.  And they probably fabricated the reason why I got pulled over and I am sure none of them thought....  "I bet she wasn't breking the law,  I bet that police officer just pulled her over for almost NO REASON AT ALL"
Which was essentially the truth.

What a crappy way to end a crappy week.  

I really want to move to the island that Tom Hanks lived on in Cast Away and talk to no one but a volleyball for a few weeks.  

That's not completely unreasonable.

However, since I can't currently afford airfare to the island I decided to have a good weekend instead.

Raleigh was off on Friday.  That is very rare.  We should have planned a hot date, but I was not in the mood since I was beaten and downtrodden, so we packed the kiddies up in the car and drove through a drive through and made a pit stop by SWIG and sat in the backyard all night.  I even got cold and had to go put on a sweatshirt.  It was a nice night.

Then on Saturday, the whole family went to Pine Valley.  We told Peyton that we were going camping, since she's been asking us if she can go.  This is as close to camping as I will EVER get.  

 You will notice ALL SEVEN children joined us.  For the first time in forever.  We didn't even have enough seats for everyone.  Officer Morritz would be SO appalled that we were so unsafe in our vehicle.

 Our delicious and beautiful foil dinners

Morgan and Brother ate Watermelon right out of the bowl

While every one else played group games

 And climbed trees

 And Raleigh made Dutch Oven Apple Cobbler

 Almost ready.....

 The final product

 Then we put the kids in the back of Papa's truck because we were all tired of worrying about them.
Brother kept going into the street.  One time Savanna found him laying in the middle of the road

 Then Papa kept track of Kaleigh

And Brayden took care of Brother....  for about 37 seconds


Then we took a bunch of silly pictures

#Losers

 Headed straight for the Special Olympics
Gold Medalist in Picnic Table Balancing

 Nana said.... "here, take a nice photo of me, so you won't miss me when I am gone."

And then we managed to get 10 of 12 grandchildren in one centralized location for a group photo.

I am so glad we had a nice, relaxing weekend mixed with a little fun and family.  

Just what I needed to get me geared up to get through another week.