Paul and I had a great weekend. Friday we had our friends wedding that that was fun. They had the ceremony on the beach in Port Moody and the sun shining and all thier friends were around and it was really beautiful. Paul looked great in his tux as did all the groomsmen. Men look so wonderful in tuxes! The bride was beautiful in her gown and the bridesmaids looked great as well. The reception was fun, catching up with old friends including Angela and Lionel and feasting on a really nice indian dinner buffet (my car still smells like curry as I had to pick up all the food from the restaurant and some spilled in the car!)
The next morning we were up an on our way to go spend the rest of the weekend with my Dad and Heather for her birthday. Everything was great up there, lots of people food and drink. We got up in the morning and had breakfast and then spend 3-4 hours on the dock catching some sun and then we took the boat out on the water for a couple of hours each day. Then we partied at night! It was great to see my dad but he can tick me off and hurt me like nobody else in the world - not even Paul!! It is not what he does as much as what he can say to me. He does not see me very often so he spend the whole weekend picking on me and talking about how wonderful Stacy and Nicki are (Heathers kids) and how they see their mom and him all the time and phone and email all the time. Okay... great but what is his point, they live in the same city that they do. I am the one that has gone to see him all the time, I email at least once a week and call him when I can - the phone works both ways as do the ferry and email. It just makes me feel like I am a bad daughter because I don't get to see him all the time and that it is my fault. I know it is not and that he should make more of an effort as well but try telling him that. I honestly think that I would get more out of a brick wall sometimes. Oh well.
While I am on a roll, I am feeling really overwhelmed at home trying to keep up with ALL of the housework and working full time. I tried to talk to Paul about helping out a bit more at home when he is at home instead of spending 2-3 FULL days sitting on his butt watching tv and playing video games. When I tried to talk to him he just call all defensive and turned it around so that it was my fault. I hate it when he does that. He says he does his fair share around the house but taking dishes and just piling them on the counter (so that I can put them in the dishwasher), pushing a broom around once per week do not constitue a fair share of the workload. If you counted keeping a spot on the couch warm and the remote control company then yes he does MORE than his fair share. Oh well, after more loud "discussing" we agreed to talk about it again when it is not midnight. I will keep you posted on what happens.