Really, I'm Not Ignoring Them

If you have noticed that I have posted like four blog posts today and if you happen to be the recipient of upteen emails from me this afternoon you may have begun to wonder if I am totally neglecting my children. OK, some of you may already be thinking that, but the truth is my children won't stop sleeping. They MUST be going through a growing spurt. This morning they slept until 9 am. More than 13 hours. I don't think they've ever slept that long. And then this afternoon they have been asleep for almost three hours. I probably should wake them.

We had plans to actually leave the house tomorrow. Not without our kids but we had been invited to someone else's house to play games. I just got an email cancelling because the person may be getting a cold and doesn't want to get 'mommy' (me) sick. Now I appreciate the thought, really I do, but sometimes I wonder if the "i may be getting sick and don't want to get you sick" is code for "someone cooler and with less children invited us to hang out and we are totally there". We'll be OK, this happens to us all the time. We appear to be getting less and less cool all the time.

A child is crying. Finally. Someone to play with.

WARNING!!!! Pieces of Finger Missing

This evening we had plans for friends to come over and play games and enjoy appetizers and desserts. At 5 p.m. I was working on Apple Dumplings from the Pioneer Women's blog. I was in the middle of peeling the Granny Smith Apples when my friend Amy texted me that they were on their way, feeling hurried perhaps I sped up. Then this happened:

I peeled the tip of my finger right off the middle finger of my left hand. OUCH! My friends came over and enjoyed the Apple Dumplings (thank you Ward and Lucy for taking over). But everyone thought it was pretty funny that I peeled my skin instead of the Granny Smith Apples as was illustrated quite literally during a game of LikeWise.

Lucy's illustration.
Amy's.

My disturbed friends wanted to see what my finger looked like hours after the incident (about three). Bellow is what happens when you pull a bandage off a not healed wound.

WARNING, It's quite disgusting.

I warned you.

Ward says this is a lesson in nail biting. If I had nails, he said, I may still have my skin.

All you need is love and a few friends.

When I started to going to Bunco a year and a half ago, I wasn't pregnant (though I wanted to be desperately) and we were still a semi-social couple. I was drawn in by the 'theme' aspect I believe, I really overdid that first month. I think everyone remembers my first time. I enjoyed meeting new people and learning the game. Many of the girls, but not all of them, were mothers so when I got pregnant I felt like even more of the members began opening up to me.



I had always thought that when Cooper and Bailey arrived I would stop going to Bunco. I thought I would be too needed at home to go out socializing with the Bunco Babes. But by the time Christmas rolled around I was starting to get sad by the idea of giving up this once a month event. And then the twins were born and a girlfriend of mine sent out the email with the details and pictures of the twins to all the members and I got a flood of beautiful emails and comments. I really felt a part of the group. I don't often feel part of any group. It was nice.



By six weeks post partum I was really missing Bunco, the people more than the game though. Ward told me I should go. I was welcomed back with open arms and questions about the new bundles I had at home. Then in March they threw me and two other girls a surprise shower, have I mentioned I love surprises?



Since the twins have been born I have gone five times and I feel like every month I get closer and closer to the women there, they are so friendly and don't mind my babbling and rambling (have I mentioned I talk too much?). Last night there was only a small group of women but it was really intimate feeling and I had several intimate conversations with people where I felt like the bridge was crossed between acquaintances and true friends.



On the way home I was thinking about how much I really enjoy Bunco, the game, the girls, the whole package. In the past few months I have been becoming more and more of a homebody, but going to Bunco feels really nice. I love talking with the other mothers and getting advice, I love talking about good books, and relationships. I feel like with everything else going on in the world and our private lives having people to talk to can really brighten the day.

Next month, Bunco is at our house for the first time!