It’s so nice out right now. I’d lost faith in our local meteorologists since the past few “Cold Fronts” we’ve had have been nothing but 2-3 degrees less scalding than usual. Last night though, it started to get really nice and cool outside (albeit windy) and this morning it was a crisp 45°! Love, love, love this weather. It officially feels like the Holidays. I still can’t believe Thanksgiving is next week. I knew once Halloween passed the rest of the holidays would zoom by, and it certainly feels that way. By the time I know it, it’ll be Christmas, then New Years and then Alaethia will be here! Ahhh!
Mario’s birthday was Sunday. We slept in and he got up to take a shower. He couldn’t find a shirt to wear so I presented him with the squirrel one I got him the day before. He loved it :).
We had plans to go eat at Jesse’s Mexican Food, one of his favorite restaurants, and then catch a movie. He checked out movie times online and was disappointed with his choices. He decided we’d go watch something for the kids, like Flushed Away.
We went over to Mary’s to see if everyone was ready to go. Noelia and Andy were there and so was Mary. The day started to crumble when we told them we were going to eat first, then catch a movie. Well, since Noelia and Andy had already eaten, they wanted to catch a movie first. We’d had breakfast too, but were willing to eat lunch right away. I was especially willing since it was Mario’s birthday and of course it was his choice what he wanted to do. Noelia and Andy decided to go to the movies alone and then Mary said she didn’t think she’d go anywhere with us. Talk about upsetting. Mario was quickly getting in a bad mood.
We started piling into the car and Mary said she changed her mind, she’d go with us but she’d meet us there. Cool.
We were barely out of our town and going into the next one when the kids started a fight over one of their game boys. Mario gave them two chances to calm down and when they didn’t he turned the car around and we came home. I thought he was being too impatient, but I didn’t dare say anything since I knew he was upset his day wasn’t going at all how he planned.
We got home and he locked himself in our room and watched Mallrats, which was one of the DVDs his mom gave him. I didn’t get near the room till I got some kind of sign that he’d calmed down. I know how he is already. His parents don’t apparently since they both came over and knocked on the door till he peeked his head out. First his mom, then his dad. Once his dad left he came out of the room and said, “No one leaves me alone!” and left to drive around. I figured he’d meet up with Chris and vent. When he was gone for an hour I called him to his cell and he didn’t answer. Another 30 minutes passed so I called again and he didn’t answer. I started feeling really bad, since I didn’t do anything to him. He got home just a few minutes later and went back to the bedroom. I snuck over there and tested the waters. He was fine. I laid in bed with him and the boys, who’d been grounded in their room for misbehaving, came over hopped on the bed to watch the Star Wars marathon on HBO. We ended up taking naps and once I’d slept enough, I got up and made dinner. The rest of the night was like every other Sunday. I watched Desperate Housewives while Mario went to Jorge’s. I got really upset at first because I thought, ‘How dare you throw a fit and have a miserable birthday while moping around the house and once nighttime comes around you happily run off to Jorge’s?!’ but he only went to pick up the pool balls since we’d forgotten them on Friday.
We uncovered and dusted off the pool table and got it as leveled as we could. We played about 4 games, two if which I actually won :), probably because the table wasn’t as leveled as it should be and the balls were rolling around everywhere, helping me get the balls into the pockets, buahaha. We had fun and ate peanuts (he had salty, I had honey roasted). We got tired around 12am and went to bed. While we cuddled I told him I’d make it up to him and he told me it wasn’t my fault, I didn’t have to. I want to though. I just need to figure out how.
Mario felt really shitty the next day, so he stayed home from work. I napped after dropping the kids off at school and figured he would too, but couldn’t sleep after he called in to work. Our stupid toilet had died on us again during the weekend, so we’d been having to use the bathroom at my mom-in-law’s. I woke up that morning to the toilet completely overflowed all over everything. I tried sopping up what I could, which was totally disgusting, and left it alone.
When I wake up Mario’s laying on the couch watching TV. He tells me, “Go look at how horrible the bathroom looks!” I brace myself and with one eye open, peer inside the bathroom. Everything’s sparkling white and the water’s at a good level again. I ask him, “Does it work?” and he says, “Flush it.” It works flawlessly. I have a great, handy husband. Instead of sleeping he spent the two hours I was sleeping fixing the toilet. Now that’s love :).
Nothing exciting happened during the week. I went to Muffins for Mom at the kids’ school on Monday morning. I read to them for half an hour in the library while we ate muffins and drank punch. They were so excited since they were having a Reading is Fundamental distribution, where they give all the kids a cute book of their choice.
Mario and I went grocery shopping that night, which is always nice because I hate to go alone. We always end up spending twice what I budget when we’re together though, which isn’t always a good thing LOL.
John didn’t work on Thursday and he asked me to accompany him to the National Lube Express to get a radiator flush on his car. I kept saying, “I think I should follow you in my truck,” but at the last minute I changed my mind and just left with John. When we got to the light at the end of the road I had this bad feeling in my chest and I told him, “Why do I get the feeling I should have followed you?” It was, after all, 1pm…I had to be back home and ready to pick up Eenan from school at 3. The car overheated and then started smoking after we left the place the first time, when he got an oil change done. Since he was getting the radiator flushed, we figured we’d be fine and done with plenty of time.
We spent about half an hour there trying to figure out if someone was in the bathroom because the light was on and the door was locked. I needed to pee really bad since I’d downed a Pepsi right before we got there. We kept making jokes about a person being in there and me being all rude, saying stuff like, “How long does it take to use the restroom?” I finally just asked the guy if I could borrow the key and prayed that nobody was in there when I opened the door. No one was in there. I suffered for 30 minutes for nothing.
The guys get to work on John’s car and call us over. They ask if we’ve been having trouble keeping the car on. We look at each other and say, “No?” We tell them it sometimes acts up when he first turns it on in the morning, but other than that it’s fine. He asks if it’s been smoking, which was a yes. We tell him about the fan behind the radiator that doesn’t move. He says it can be fixed. He says he can’t do the flush because the car needs to stay on to do it. Darn. They check the oil and to our absolute horror the liquid on the end of the dipstick is WHITE. They tell us there’s water in the oil, which is probably being pumped back from the radiator due to a cracked head in the engine. Lovely. The guy is nice enough not to charge John anything. We try to leave and it won’t turn on. It turns on and when we’re getting ready to leave we notice a lot of smoke coming out of the exhaust and 3 of the guys are waving their arms around to stop. I get off the car and get splashed with warm water. The exhaust is SPEWING water out like crazy. I realize I don’t have my cellphone. The guy lets me borrow the office phone. We decide to call Noelia to pick us up. I’m freaking out because it’s already 2:20 and I need to pick Eenan up at 3!! We can’t get ahold of her, so we call Mary, who thankfully gets ahold of her and she comes for us. Thank God she was home!
So yeah, John was pretty upset about that. I’ll be dropping him off now and he’ll be borrowing the car on Fridays when Mario doesn’t work till he figures out what he’s going to do with the Death Mobile. He figured he’d sell it for parts since he doesn’t want to waste any more money on it.
The kids had Pajama Day today. It was too cold out for them to wear their pajama tops and bottoms, so they just put their pajama tops on and some jeans plus their jackets. I saw lots of kids and teachers in their slippers, so tomorrow the boys will wear another pajama top plus their slippers (Jaylen has Hot Wheels, Eenan has Pikachu). Why didn’t we get to do cool stuff like that when we were in school?!
Both the kids are sick with colds again. Eenan’s getting worse and worse. I hope he can get some rest tonight. He had UIL practice today and his coach told me his cough wouldn’t let him hear anything. She’s afraid the same thing will happen Saturday, which is when his 2nd meet is, if his cough doesn’t get better. I don’t know what to do anymore. December can’t come fast enough. I NEED their damn insurance! I’m just praying they don’t come up with some bullshit when I try to use it. Supposedly I can use their confirmation letter as proof that they have coverage even before I get their new cards. We’ll see. Keep your fingers crossed and pray Eenan’s sickness doesn’t turn into Bronchitis or Pneumonia :(.
I hope I can get some sleep tonight. I have a terrible headache, partly because I didn’t get to take my nap this morning. I had to buy and drop off crimpers for Mario at work and John and I took Mom’s ridiculously long grocery list and bought everything she needed. Grr. My back hurts, my neck hurts, Alaethia’s trying to rip a hole in my right side (which I’m grateful for because at least I know she’s moving in there), and I wake up to pee 5 times a night now. I pee at least every 45 minutes to an hour, if not less. And the gas and constipation? Not cool.
I’m going to cuddle with Mario now. Maybe I can get him to give me a massage :).