Monday returns and so does my generalized anxiety over hating my job and having a child. It’s weird how it comes every Monday morning and I start worrying about all the wonderful responsibilities that come with having a child. I forget that DH and I will be expanding our family and that we will have a little one to raise and love as our own. I really do feel like an adult now that we have a little one on the way.

Friday, I went with DH to his office Christmas Party at a local restaurant. DH had already spilled the beans to everyone at work so everyone was gushing over my pregnancy, which was nice and a little annoying because I had answer the same questions like 20 times. This lady who was sitting next to us was kind of annoyingly talkative and drunk which worsened the situation. Also, all the people that DH is closest to (and that I know best) ended up sitting at the other table which was a little annoying.

Saturday morning, we had our last flag football game. We lost and I was disappointed in how I played. The ground was really hard and slick and I fell a few times on my knees (ouch!). They are still sore. The game was close and we could have won, but it just didn’t happen in the end. I’m happy that the season is over and I don’t have to worry about playing anymore. Once again, if I hadn’t been there this weekend we would have had to forfeit, because we needed two girls and the other two girls on the team were injured. I had a lot of fun playing and will be sad when they do a spring league and I won’t be able to play. I told DH that I would come and watch him play and cheer on the team.

We went to a local bar after the game to celebrate the season. I did win in shuffleboard so I wasn’t a complete loser that day. Later that evening we had people over for a potluck and to exchange Secret Santa gifts. It turned out pretty well. We ended up playing a few games: Scene it and Trivial Pursuit. The teams were evenly matched so that turned out well. The downside of the evening was after everyone had left DH got kind of drunk and was not very considerate of me trying to go to bed. He was loud, chatting with his friends on the phone and listening to music. Then later when I got up to pee, I found him passed out on the couch with all the lights and the television on. I turned off the lights and the t.v. and told him to come to bed. He refused to get up. Then 5 minutes later he wanders into the bedroom and turns on the lights very quickly and then turns them off and comes to bed. I told him I was annoyed with him the next morning. Of course, he apologized profusely and but of course like always he doesn’t remember any of it. This is not the first time that he acts kind of stupid when drunk and doesn’t remember it. It’s annoying reoccurrence that happens maybe once a month. I don’t really know what to do about it because it is not like it’s every night or every weekend. It’s just once in a while. He gets drunk and acts kind of stupid, not abusive or even mean, just annoyingly stupid. Maybe I just need to ask him not to get so drunk that he acts stupid. We discussed it some, but I usually let it go after he apologizes a bunch.

DH had an upsetting morning so I let it go after a little while. He was chatting with his Mom about Christmas presents, the baby, etc. He goes into the other room and finishes his conversation. He comes out about 10-15 minutes later and I notice an immediate difference. I ask him if everything is ok and he says yes and then I ask him what was up with his Mom and other stuff. Then, he breaks down and starts crying. While his Mom is a very nice lady, she does not make the best financial decisions. She just bought a trailer in Maine and is in the process of moving there from New Hampshire. Money is very tight because she is transitioning to a new job and her H is still living in New Hampshire working at his job. He felt really bad bugging her about when she was going to send our Christmas gifts because she finally explained to him that she hadn’t sent them yet because she couldn’t afford the postage. Also, I asked if she would send me some of the yummy peppermint bark that she makes for the holidays. She apologized to DH that she couldn’t afford the ingredients. Of course, DH told her that none of that stuff was important and for her not to worry about it.

Basically, he realized how desperate her situation really is and it is a hard reality to face, that your mother is really poor. I tried to comfort him and asked him if he wanted to send some of his bonus money to his Mom. I also explained to him that his Mom’s situation will get better. She just moved and will start a new job in a few weeks and then she’ll be in a better situation. I felt bad for him, because I’ve only seen him cry a few times and it must be hard for him to see his Mom in this situation. So we sent a check to his Mom with her Christmas card, that hopefully she will cash. The money that we sent her ($300) would have gone in savings, but this month we have a lot of extra cash coming in. Also, since we weren’t even expecting that bonus and DH earned it, I feel fine giving it to MIL. I told DH that it is fine to help family out if we can afford it and as long as it is not a monthly occurrence.