I'm Not Dead......

Or in rehab....  I've been super busy remodeling the big kids room to accommodate one of the two new residents in my house.  Awhile back I talked about Chip and I and his desire to move back home.  Well, he's been here for a week and a half now and it's been turbulent to say the least. 

He arrived two Thursday nights ago around midnight.  I had just gotten rid of the big kids for the weekend earlier that day, so it was just me and Little E at home.  E was passed out in my bed and I had been taking to Chip all day as he trekked 750 miles from Arkansas to Ohio.  I was just ready for him and his son to get to the house.  I had been working on putting down new flooring in the living room all night and was exhausted.  As I talked to him on the phone, I could see him driving down the street toward my house.  The time had finally arrived and it was real that he actually left the miserable life that he was living to come back here and be with me.  Wow.  I don't think anyone has ever done anything of such magnitude for me before. 

As he got out of the car, he gave me the biggest hug I've had in a long time and introduced me to his son Ethan.  Eventually we made our way into the house and sat around and talked for just a bit before everyone decided they were beat and we went to bed.

Friday was spent unpacking the truck and getting their things into the house.  With me being down two whole bedrooms with the house renovation, we have stuff thrown EVERYWHERE.  It's ridiculous and hard for me to even deal with, because yeah, I'm a little weird about clutter around the house and things right now look like we're a hoarding household.  Ugh.  Honestly I prefer to not even be at the house if I don't have to be because it bothers me so much.  Luckily everything should be finished tomorrow and the boys will have their room back.  We've designated it as the "boy cave"  tv's, video games, all that crap in there so that maybe they'll leave my new living room furniture alone.  I'll post the before and after pics here in a couple of days. We'll see how that works out with three boys in there....

That Friday night I had to work 4-7, then got begged to come back and work 10-close to help out with the fact that the band playing packs the place to its limits.  I didn't want to do it, but it's hard to turn down the money these days.  I talked Chip into coming up to the bar and hanging out while I worked the late shift.  Bad idea.

He brought a friend, who was already drunk when he got to my house.  Great.  Problem #1.  We get to the bar and it's packed.  They're doing shots like there's no tomorrow because it's been 10 years since they last saw each other.  Problem #2, mostly because Chip doesn't drink liquor.  The friend manages to fall out back and cut his arm open.  Problem #3.  Ugh, great, I'm dealing with a bar packed 3 people deep shouting for drinks and I have this idiot bleeding all over the place.  Finally Chip dumps him in a cab and all is ok for a minute.....

But just a minute.  I'm making drinks when some guy comes up to me and asks me if Chip is really my boyfriend.  I answer with a "well yeah, he lives with me and all" and he walks away.  Then Chip comes up to me and says he has to leave.  Apparently I'm the topic of conversation for a bunch of guys in the bar and they're all asking Chip about me.  Ugh.  Not exactly the vibe a bartender needs to have going around the bar when she's trying to make money.  Nicole finally gets to the bar and distracts Chip from all the haters in the place.  By the end of the night a fight has broken out down the plaza from the bar and the police roll in at 2am and close the place down for the night.  Thanks for that dicks...  We all walk home with Chip swearing that he won't come back in the bar while I'm working.....

I don't think anything of note happened on Saturday and Sunday at 4, I was off to work again.  While I was gone, the big kids arrived back from camping and Chip and Ethan hung out over at one of Chip's friends houses.  I got home around 8, he arrived shortly after and everyone finally met.  The boys all clicked immediately, which was a huge relief, and we all hung out around the house.

I normally go out on Sunday nights, but he wasn't having any of that.  I decided I was going to go out by myself, which he didn't care for, but didn't really make a fuss about.  I tried repeatedly to get him to come with me, explaining that Friday night was not a normal occurrence at the bar, but he wasn't having it.  Oh well.  I met up with Nicole and we had a good night, eventually walking home.

Last week we had several head to head clashes about different things.   For every 5 things we get along about, there is 1 that we totally clash on.  I suppose all relationships are like that.  We're definitely working through some issues, hopefully after everything in the house gets put back together things will even out.

We'll see.......