Tonight I was not in the best mood. Ian and I decided to replace the girls' beds because they are falling apart. We don't know what kind of house we will move into next, so we decided to get another bunk bed set. This time though, we decided to account for all the moves. The last set we bought was cheap and lasted us just about 5 years. Usually, I think, it would have lasted longer, but being taken apart, moved, and put back together a ton of times didn't help it last. So, I went looking around the past few days for a bunk bed set. Let me tell you, I hate shopping. With a passion. Especially when I have to do it with 3 children. Add to that the fact that I was having to try and make a decision on my own without my husband's input... and I was done! It was so hard for me. So, yesterday, I took pictures when I talked to him last night for a few minutes, I sent them to him. Eventually we came to an agreement, but he wanted a better deal. So, today, I went back and asked for a better deal on the set we were looking at. Luckily, just as I was talking to the lady about the deal, Ian had found his cell and called me with it. So, I got to go over it with him. After a few adjustments, we came to an agreement. It made me feel better that he was on the phone with me to finish it up, because I don't like making decisions, especially ones that cost so much money. Ian wasn't able to talk to the kids because he was tired, but told me (at least I thought he did) that he would call them tonight (our time), so that is what I told the kids to expect.
After the shopping trip, I came home and ended up with 8 kids in the house, ranging from 1.5-9 years old. It was entertaining. My friends had a meeting with their FRG and wanted to be able to concentrate, so I told them I would watch their kids. They all did well, because they all play well together, so it wasn't hard. They all went home before 8pm. I told my kids to get ready for bed around 8:15pm and they said they wanted to wait up for daddy to call. They have been good, and I did tell them earlier that they could wait for daddy to call, so I let them stay up, thinking it would only be a little longer. Well, 9:30pm rolls around and no call. So, I send them to bed... tears and all. They were upset because they really wanted to talk to him. I felt bad but it was late and they needed to rest. They finally were asleep by about 9:50. 10pm rolls around and guess who calls? Ian.... Yeah, I was happy to hear from him, and yet mad at the same time. A) I myself was tired and B) I had just had to fight the kids to go to bed after he told me he would wake up early to call them. So, I told him why I wasn't very happy. He told me he was sorry but he thought he told me he would call them in the morning our time, not his. I could have swore he said he would call them in the morning his time, night our time. So, we chalked it up to a miscommunication and I got over it (mostly). Emily was still awake and so I got her up to talk to him. She talked for about 5 minutes and then went off to bed.
Ian couldn't talk long and had to say bye shortly after Emily went to bed. After he signed off Skype, I wrote him a Facebook message telling him that I am sorry I was a butt about it and sorry for being a jerk. I told him that I just miss him like crazy and it does weird things to me. It makes me all cranky and emotional. Bahhh.
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