Not Going to the Party is the Only Answer

A couple of weeks ago Russ asked me if it was all right if he went to Philly this weekend as it is his father’s birthday. Of course that was fine with me and then I gave him the very good news that he would be missing a big Christmas party. I was perfectly fine to go alone and he was more than perfectly fine not to have to go even though it meant getting up at 3:45 AM.

No one thought to ask Shay if it was going to be OK with her. She has gotten very used to Russ being with her all the time. Since the pandemic he does not travel half as much as he used to and with me traveling for Mah Jongg she gets to go to the office with him, when he goes in.

Today she was a little despondent as it was just us until my Mom came over, but then even we left her to go out to lunch. I knew she was mad because she did not eat anything all day. Finally around six I cooked her some hamburger, something Russ has started doing so she was a little happy with me.

That was until I put on a nice dress at 6:30pm. Nothing good can come of Mom getting dressed at night. Off I went to the party. I stayed barley two hours. It was getting loud and it was getting hard to talk. The only thing I want to do at a party is talk. So I slid on out and came home to a very mad puppy who didn’t even raise her head from the bed.

Russ would have been thrilled to only go to two hours of any party, if that was an option ever offered to him. I am worried we have spoiled Shay so much she is always going to mad if we both leave the house at the same time.

I am not certain I can make everyone happy unless I say we are doing nothing but staying home. I guess I can only go to daytime parties alone so Shay can be with Russ and they both can be happy they are not at a party.