Why the whole private thing...

New Years Eve Dave and I had plans for dinner and a movie. The in-laws were going to babysit, and we requested that they bring the kids back so they could go to bed at a normal bedtime. They live here locally, like 10 min away max, so no biggie. It was important they come back here to sleep as my kids don't nap there at all. We were not going to even be out super late, and all party's were in agreement. WELL 2 hours before the date was going to begin mommy in law calls and says she plans on keeping them at her house and not come to our house to put them to bed. I would have been fine if we had more notice, and had not planned this days and days in advance. The only reason I even agreed to do anything on NYE was because we had a arrangement. But since I had also just gotten home from work and was trying to destress myself, this news was unsettling to me as Dave announced this. So I do what I do when in stress. I blogged about it, and it wasn't too pretty. I had decided that his aunt had to be behind it, and so I made some not so nice references and comparisons to Satan. I told you I was mad. Dave then reads what I posted, and I get a small lecture from him on how I need to chill out, and that he was mad too, but we should suck it up. He then tells me to take it off because his aunt and mom know about my blog as someone reads it and tells them about it. Of course my husband fails to tell me this information when he learns this months ago... You can imagine the lecture I then gave the hubby about how I am his wife, and have reproduced with him 3 times, and have been cut pretty much in half to give life three times under three years, and his loyalties shall be with me, even when I am a spaz, and a bit nutty. WORD! I was angry to learn there's a snitch out there, but then again I do have this open to the world. I think I was just caught off guard because this person chooses to lurk and not comment, but whatever. To each their own. So instead of going private I will just continue to be real but I guess I gotta work on that temper of mine. I am a work in progress, and a Campbell after all, and tempers are just who we are.

To make things better I found a sitter that came to our house last minute, and she had zip problems getting my kids to bed, and I still had a great night. Much was learned on New Years Eve by all.