If I had to describe to you my own personal hell, yesterday's cookout would have come very close.
A large group of adults, and we were literally the only couple there without children. There were seven children under 2 years old, several more in the 5-8 age range. All we did was sit around and stare at each other's babies. Crawling babies, babies just learning how to walk, babies who were toddling around quite confidently. Which would have been entertaining if, you know, we had a baby of our own to be staring at.
I was excluded from virtually every conversation.
My husband was playing with other people's children.
Stab me in the fucking uterus.
We made it out in just under three hours and I treated myself to a DQ blizzard for my misery.
So, no, it wasn't exactly my own personal hell. That would probably include puppies being tortured and a large dish of ice cream that remains just out of my reach.
But it was close.
7 comments:
That sounds awful! I'm surprised you made it 3 hours. When I went to something similar, I think I only made it a couple.
DQ was the perfect award to yourself for sustaining that hell.
That horrible mix of emotionally difficult and amazingly boring. Yes, hellish. I'm sorry Memorial Day was so vile.
First -- AMEN to the title of your post. Secondly -- I love you & know exactly how you feel. Thirdly - No really, I love you. Happy fucking Memorial Day to you too. *hugs*
Wow. I too am amazed you were able to stay the whole time! *hugs*
(I bet your children will be 10,000 times smarter and cuter than all those other kids.)
{{hugs}} sorry you had to endure that.
UUUUgggggggg! That is hell. But you are one strong woman!
(The "stab me in the uterus" comment made me snort with laughter!!)
Ugh - this sounds awful!!! So sorry you had to do that...
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