Happy B-Days galore!

We had two family birthday celebrations this weekend. One for Jeff's dad and his uncle and the other for my dad's mother.

Both were a little rough.

Jeff's uncle stayed home sick (the b-day boy), so his Aunt brought one of their grandkids with her instead.

A little background for that statement. . .

Jeff's 'uncle' is his aunt B's third husband. The last one died of cancer a few years back, but I'm sorry to say that he was a scary, rude man. He had been in a motorcycle accident, so was a little 'confused' all the time. Which meant he leered at the young female cousins and made rude statements to them. I was propositioned more than once at the family dinner table by him. Ick

Husband three is better, but he is loud and a bit ill-mannered. He has the bad habit of answering his cell phone at family meals and talking about the weather as loud as he can. When we only get together once a month or less, I deem this unforgivable.

Back to the present . . . So their grandson isn't related to anyone at the table except by marriage. He doesn't have much for manners, but reminded me of the kids in high school that were horrible to teachers and their own parents, but were respectful to Mimi and Papa when they came to our house because Mimi and Papa respected them.

In other words, no one has cared enough to take much of an interest in said child. It made for a rough time, but he was nice to Alaina and played with her so I think he's an okay child deep down. But he made it very clear that his least favorite person in the room was his new grandma.

On to the second family b-day. . .

Grams turns 89 tomorrow, so we met for the annual meal at Val's in Seward on Sunday. Jeff, Alaina, and I were the only grandkids there.

Which is sort of okay because there are only 10 grandkids, 5 of which live out of state now. But the aunt that planned it has two kids that live instate.

So did she not consult them to see if they could come before she set the date?

This isn't a big deal until you realize that Grams has been a bit depressed lately. I know this because she called me ten days ago to remind me that she hadn't seen me in a while and wondered if my parents had been up to Lincoln recently (she was fishing to see if they were coming to see her soon.) I feel awful when she does that, but Mimi has reminded me again and again that she calls the kids in our branch of the family, because when she does . . . we show up within a week to see her.

Life was much easier when all I had to do was cross the road to visit Grams.

Sorry for the somber tones of this post, but I've been feeling a little down myself lately. Heartburn and pregnancy have come to call again, leaving me short of sleep and revenously hunger most of the day. This make a crabby mommy indeed! I've been trying to make up for it by laughing more with my husband and putting on an extra cheerful face everyday. Which all in all just wears me down faster.

Only four more months to go . . . Then I get to lose sleep for an entirely different reason.