I know I've been neglecting you, but it's hard to write blog posts with a really heavy 2-year-old hanging off your arm. I am currently fending him off, but he is circling the room demanding attention as I write.
This has been the most boring vacation to date. I think the family has grown complacent, in a way. They think we're going to come every year and so they can just catch us on the flip side, so to speak. Sadly, this is not the case... we've been lucky the last three years, but our luck is running out, especially considering the expense to travel and the usurping of my vacation time. We just can't do it every year. I know for a fact that we won't be coming next year, because there is potential news, known only to me and no one else at this point. The news is not confirmed, so I won't say anything more until next week when we get home.
Anyway, yes, the complacency. The English speaking nephew is gone more than he is here, which makes communication a distinct challenge. In addition, the family doesn't like the laptop, because they feel that the Moosh would rathter watch videos than play. This is slightly true: when they are just sitting around, he would much rather watch videos than sit with them. When people come over to play with him specifically he is all over it. He loves to play, but hates being bored.
Then a couple of days ago I was talking to R on the phone and he started harping on me because the Moosh wasn't playing with the family enough. I explained the situation in full, then he dropped the bomb that he knew about the laptop. Crap.
Apparently one of the nephews told R that all the Moosh did was watch TV and that he wasn't playing at all. I told R that this was a complete lie, but R decided that I was lying and that the nephew was telling the truth, so he started yelling at me about the laptop and watching TV, etc. Then I lost it. I mean I LOST IT. I was barely hanging on as it was, and he was attacking my lifeline, essentially. I hung up on him and spent the rest of the day crying. I canceled our trip to the beach, because I am just not up to it and the family was really upset.
The next day I called R to try and smooth things over and to petition him to tell his family to let me come home early. We started arguing again about the laptop, because he was still stuck on the nephew's version of the story. After I finished talking to R, I came back to our room where the Moosh had been watching a video on the laptop, only to find that he had popped several keys off of the laptop keyboard. The laptop that I do not own. Yes there were more tears and I scared the Moosh half to death with my reaction. I was able to fix four of the keys, but the fifth key (the H key) is kaput.
I guess I own an H key-less laptop now. Not to mention, how ironic is it that the Moosh was destroying the very thing we were fighting over? Irony, why do you tease me this way?
After that whole episode, R's sister called him in the afternoon to set the story straight and he apologized to me. I accepted the apology, but I told him that I wished that he would stop making assumptions and then get angry about those assumptions. I pointed out that his assumptions had pretty much ruined two days of my vacation and two days of his family's visit. He apologized again.
We'll be finishing out the visit, but only because I am feeling better. I honestly think it would be better to go home, but I don't want to cut the visit short because I'm about 99% sure we're not coming back next year and I want them to have time with us.