Universe: What's that you say? You have grand plans for this weekend? All your ducks in a row? Outfits planned out? Toes painted and eyebrows tweezed? Oh, ho, ho. Think again my overconfident friend. What good would I be if not to throw a few wrenches into your plans? What good at all?
Wrench #1: The wine tasting party is set to take place outside. Outside in the comfortable cool spring air with candles twinkling. And, evidently now, with the 30-40 mph winds we're having. Not all that uncommon around these parts but might put a little damper on things if we're trying to keep our hair out of our lip gloss.
Wrench #2: The five women who are putting on this event (one of whom is me) have, until today, made many decisions somewhat effortlessly. Call to get appetizers donated? Done. Create cute, but cost-effective party favors? Done. Need someone to pick up supplies at Target? I'll do it! Like I said, until today. Apparently, with only seven hours until the event there's some major dissension in the ranks.
I may not have ever mentioned it here, but I loathe conflict. It makes me sick to my stomach and I often find myself apologizing and taking the heat for things that are not at all my fault just to diffuse the tension.
Somehow I ended up in the middle and I find myself saying ad nauseum, Well, I can understand both sides of the argument. Which I can. Thus rendering me completely ineffective in a tie breaker.
Blech.
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On a completely unrelated note, I've decided to use this moment from today as my clip for mother of the year nominations:
Bub and I are looking at pictures on the fridge. I ask, "Where's Mama?" He looks around carefully, then points emphatically towards the laptop on the kitchen counter, "Mama!"
I think my kids might point to the laptop too.
ReplyDeleteAnd, as someone who once was cc'd on an email argument between two women (I think they cc'd me so that I could "validate" their positions), you need to wretch yourself out from the middle and let those 2 "grown women" duke it out themselves.
I dislike conflict as well. I am somehow dragged in unwillingly.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the laugh about Bub pointing to your laptop and saying Mama. I'm pretty sure my little guy would do the same! :)
Awwww....your son's so cute!
ReplyDeleteOf course, now that Monkey is 5 he totally rats me out to everyone. If anyone, at any time, anywhere, asks him where his mommy is he will answer "on the computer" at least 80% of the time.
Or, if I'm really lucky, he'll say "ssssshhhhhhhhhhh she's on the phone!".
Sorry for all your troubles. It's hard to be stuck in the middle of any situation.
ReplyDeleteYour son's pointing at the laptop was very cute. Kids are so adorable and you never know what they are thinking.