#2. My flight is Monday. I dunno if I'll actually get to go home then or not. This is a tad worrisome. I miss home.
#3. My family!! Sis Kelli has been, uh, difficult. Moreso than usual. The other day we were supposed to call her at 9 (as planned) to finalize plans to get together with the kids that day. She didn't answer, and didn't call back until 11. Hurry, I said. At noon, I call and she still can't tell me WHEN she's leaving even. I tell her Amanda has to be home by 3:30 for something. She says Amanda should do whatever she needed to do another day. Impossible. She gets all pissy and hangs up on me. !!! Who does that, as an adult? Won't answer when Kamille tries to call. They finally talk later (Amanda's appt had thankfully been extended to 5:30) and she pissily agrees to come. We make her sandwiches, buy treats and toys for her son and head over to Goose Island. She never shows, and never calls. Macy spends half the time looking for her cousin Kyle so they can play.
This is the THIRD family thing Kelli has flaked on since I've been here. Apparently she feels bad; she's making something I like for the family picnic tomorrow. I just feel bad for her kid, having to miss out on all the fun we could have had. And I feel bad in general; I see my family 1-2 times a year...
Then tonight, I made sure we were back from Minnesota in time for my 8 pm dinner get-together with someone else in my family. Like, we pulled Macy off the swings at 6:30 so I could get back to La Crosse in time. And I got stood up. I had cereal on the sofa for dinner. (And Amish-made cherry pie. So I guess it wasn't really all that bad...)
Oh, and also my grandma probably isn't coming to the picnic tomorrow. She does everything with my one aunt, who isn't coming, so it sounds as if she won't come either. This will go over really well with the rest of the family, I predict.
It probably doesn't help that I'm PMSing, but I feel pretty near tears right now. Thank god for Kamille and her family, who gave me most of the moments that made this trip worth it. Including Amanda and her teenage hissy fits. Yesterday when Kamille told her to pick up the beach toys, Amanda exclaimed, "I hate you! You ruin everything!". I found that incredibly amusing.
At any rate, pray for me that I get to go home Monday!!
