Some People!

DH's boss invited us to a Labor Day party at his house this weekend. DH doesn't understand why I don't want to go. Let me give you a recap of last time...

It was supposed to be a pool party so I had a VERY anxious 2 year old who wanted to swim. But everyone was watching soccer and it felt rude to just go outside and get in his pool especially considering this was my first time meeting him. This was followed by my relief that I had brought Cali's juice cup with me as the only drinks to be found were mojitos and beer. I awkwardly took Xander out of his seat and went to sit at the counter, trying to keep the poor baby away from the screaming soccer fans. The women were all around 30 and engrossed in their own conversation. Eventually they noticed us and said hello then went right back to their conversation. Meanwhile DH was managing Cali who is usually social but was totally concerned by all the big men screaming at the TV. Finally the game ended and people headed outside. We all got in the pool and I was trying to keep Xander from pulling my bathing suit top off next to these women who looked concerned to get their hair wet. Then his boss came out with a tray of tequila shots. He tried to thrust a shot glass into the hand that wasn't holding a baby. One of the women finally turned to talk to me. She was 34 and had just gotten married. The first thing out of her mouth "Wow you are so young and you already have 3 kids! What's that like having so many already?" What I wanted to say was, "Well it's just like having kids at 34 except my body bounces back faster." And, "Ya know it's like having one but with three times the shit and crying." Or even, "I obviously want to kill myself since I have so many and have missed out on my youth." As I'm pretty sure that's what she was insinuating. What I really said was, "Well I always planned on having kids young." It's not like I could have said, "I unfortunately get pregnant easily and got knocked up... twice." That would make me sound super classy. This conversation was ended before she could make another careless remark and hear my real opinion by DH's boss canon balling into the pool about a foot away and a wave hitting Xander square in the face who immediately started to choke after inhaling a bunch of water. This was when I decided we needed to leave. Of course it's a Broadway musical to get two kids changed out of wet clothe and get everything all packed up. As I was changing Xander's clothes on the floor DH's boss staggers over and spends the next five minutes slurring some words I can't understand and staring down my shirt. What are you supposed to do about that? Is there some sort of protocol about when your husbands drunk boss is standing above you staring down your shirt? Seriously?! Some people are just too much!