Strange Things Were Afoot...

Hey Terps,
Sorry I'm just getting around to this today. I've been a bit lazy. What are you going to teach next year? I hadn't realized you were changing jobs. Did you see the baseball player this weekend?
My weekend was half alright, and half not. I decided that the weather was too risky to take the baby camping Friday night, which turned out to be a good thing, as I was called up to be a delegate to the County Democratic Convention. Saturday morning, I woke up earlier than the roosters, met with the other delegates from our precinct, and followed them out to the Texas Gaylord Hotel. Fortunately, I only had one child with me. Unfortunately, it was the baby who I had to stroll and carry for HOURS that day. But she was great for the most part, and my fellow delegates were very helpful.
Can I say how INCREDIBLE the Gaylord hotel is? I totally wanted to just check in and stay there. It's beautiful. Bars, restaurants, the Alamo, a riverwalk, spa, indoor and outdoor pools, a vineyard. Now, I really want to go there on a date night, or a weekend getaway. Nice.
Anyhow, when we got to the hotel, we had to get in line to register. Now, I was a volunteer at the county convention in '04, and people were just walking in, signing up, and moving on. There were maybe a thousand delegates there. This year, they had to split the county up into three different conventions, and there were still 3,000 delegates at the one I attended. UNBELIEVABLE! We waited in line for about two hours to reach the registration table. Then, we had to wait several hours while 87 precinct challenges were settled. Finally, the convention started. It took about two hours more, and we were able to leave. I liked it alot. Everyone was very civil to each other, Obama and Clinton supporters alike. There were no problems, and that made me glad.
After the convention, I got a call from Mr. confusia asking me if I wanted to join him at the lake for a camp-out. As it hadn't rained, I agreed. We ended up sleeping in the Suburban, and it was not what I'd call comfortable. We should have taken the air mattress, at least. I'm such a wuss these days. My hips hurt so bad if they don't have any cushioning under them. I'm getting old.
The good part is that at least I wasn't on the rag after all, and the Mirena appears to be working correctly at long last. Last night was the worst night of the weekend. Mr. Confusia once again told me he was checking into a motel for some reason. He waited all day, and then he finally left.
I cried for about ten minutes, and then I just thought, "Fuck it. If he comes back, he does. If he doesn't, oh well. I'm tired of this." I stopped crying, picked up a book, and was reading when I heard a knock on the window. He'd come back, and was asking me to unlock the door for him. He began telling me that when he got down the road, he just didn't feel right about his decision, but he still doesn't know what he's going to do. I'm proud of myself, because I didn't take responsibility for it for a change. I told him, "Look, I'm just going to be honest with you here. Unless your attitude changes, nothing here will get any better." He said, "So, you think it's not working mainly because of me?" I said, "Yes. Basically, I think your attitude is the biggest problem we have. You don't want to help with anything. You either tell me what to do, or tell me what I'm doing wrong. You don't actually ACT. You just talk. For the past month, you've been gone every evening fishing. The kids will be in bed when you get home, and I'll be in a decent mood which means that the kids haven't given me a bad time, and you'll STILL act like you put up with alot of drama, and everything. Dude, you haven't even been here, so what would you know about the kids' behavior anyway?"
Blah, blah, blah. Anyway, I told him what he needed to hear, and if he stays, then he needs to get his act together. If he goes, well, I may cry for ten minutes, but I think soon after that, I'll go the way of our buddy Regan, and refer to him as my "starter husband".
Cheers, Confusia