rest

Yesterday we truly needed a day of rest.
Friday:
Be sick all day. Feel like crap. But still let Husband go out with friends to watch Dark Knight, with promise of my turn to go out tomorrow. Drink NyQuil as soon as kids are in bed. Zonk out.

Saturday:
10:00-2:00 — Run errands. Lose husband in Home Depot for an entire hour after he goes to ask someone a question about cement while carrying your cell phone.  Go sit in car with children and think dark thoughts while trying to keep children entertained. Then go to Sam’s, which is rarely a good idea on a Saturday. Take kids to bathroom. Go try to find Husband and MIL. Ten minutes later, run back to bathroom with child who JUST INSISTED that she did NOT have to go. Clean up accident. Try not to lose temper. Wish for change of clothes since skirt is now wet. And not with water.
2:00-7:00 — Yard work. Lots and lots and lots of yard work. Do you know how much a bag of mulch weighs?
7:00 — Margaritas with dinner. Frozen ones.
7:30 — Decide to go out tomorrow. Since arms aren’t working properly after aforementioned yard work marathon. And the children were running around the house unsupervised while we were doing yard work. So you can imagine what it looked like…
9:00 — Fall dead asleep.

Sunday:
11:00 — Church
2:00 — Hand crying baby to Husband. Drive to Barnes and Noble. Alone. Order heaven in a cup. WITH whipped cream. Curl up in a fluffy armchair in a quiet corner with a huge stack of magazines. While it stormed outside. And I was curled up, reading, alone. Alone. Alone, alone, sipping heaven, ALONE!
5:00 — Come home, feed baby.
5:30 — go out to dinner with Husband. Have two straight hours of conversation. Uninterrupted conversation.
8:00 — Come home, feed baby. Put children to bed.
9:00 — go out to movies with Husband. Alone.

I needed that.