Pretty decent weekend over all. Here's just a review of some of the highs and lows. Let's start with the highs.
The oldest had his first soccer game this weekend and didn't spend his time picking dandelions on the field. Although he did shed some tears in the second half claiming he was hungry. Guess that Cinnamelt from McDonald's wasn't the balanced, energy giving breakfast I thought it would be. Fooled me again, Ronald McDonald!
Both kids napped at the same time on Saturday and Sunday allowing me to also nap. If that's not a Christmas freaking miracle, I don't know what is.
Went to a street festival complete with bands and fireworks. Got to spend some time with friends - Shani and Tronnie - that I don't get to hang out with nearly enough. Helps that they are two of the most creative people I know so I think I get cool points for just being near them. Surely some of it rubbed off.
Side note - it's been a while since I spent a Saturday evening at a bar. I found the hallway leading to the bathrooms to be littered with toilet paper and paper towels. Is this a new trend? Is this the new planking?Are bar patrons taking it from the bathroom and then tearing it up into confetti upon exiting the bathroom? I don't understand. I do know I picked the one time to use the john when no gaggle of girls in tiny dresses and giant heels were in there - the one time that no one could get me any toilet paper and I had to do the utterly terrible drip dry. Haven't I come far enough in life to be past drip drying?
Which brings us to the lows.
The oldest has strep throat. Sure he had mentioned a couple of times something being in his throat. And yes, I did promptly ignore this complaint. When I picked him up on Friday he was talking like he had a bubble in his throat. Upon further examination I discovered red pockets of nastiness hanging from his tonsils. I'm no doctor, but I'm thinking that ain't good. However, we didn't cut short our visit at our friends' house or go to bed any earlier that evening. Hit up the doc-in-a-box the next morning and now we're all good. Aside from having to threaten his life three times a day for 10 days while he takes the medicine. If you're wondering who is getting your kids sick at day care/school, it is me. Unless the fever cannot be reduced by some Motrin or he is puking non stop, I'm sending him to school. Get over it. Germs are good for you. Send the hate mail somewhere else.
I got called ma'am....Saturday night....at a bar.....by a college student. It was tragic. Why did I even bother showering or contemplating an outfit before I went out? Maybe I will just accept this title and change out the wardrobe for house coats and muumuu's. Let the twins hang low and just call it a day. I'm happily married, but I will trade ma'am for a gross drunk opening the door for me just so he can slap me on the ass any day of the week. A girl needs that occasionally. A 22 year old opening the door for me and saying, "here you go ma'am" is just heartbreaking. Maybe I have it all backward. Maybe he was calling me "man." Maybe he thought I was a dude. Now I have to dig deep and figure out which is worse to me.
Nah, twins are too big. He had to have called me ma'am.
Asshole.
Side note - it's been a while since I spent a Saturday evening at a bar. I found the hallway leading to the bathrooms to be littered with toilet paper and paper towels. Is this a new trend? Is this the new planking?Are bar patrons taking it from the bathroom and then tearing it up into confetti upon exiting the bathroom? I don't understand. I do know I picked the one time to use the john when no gaggle of girls in tiny dresses and giant heels were in there - the one time that no one could get me any toilet paper and I had to do the utterly terrible drip dry. Haven't I come far enough in life to be past drip drying?
Which brings us to the lows.
The oldest has strep throat. Sure he had mentioned a couple of times something being in his throat. And yes, I did promptly ignore this complaint. When I picked him up on Friday he was talking like he had a bubble in his throat. Upon further examination I discovered red pockets of nastiness hanging from his tonsils. I'm no doctor, but I'm thinking that ain't good. However, we didn't cut short our visit at our friends' house or go to bed any earlier that evening. Hit up the doc-in-a-box the next morning and now we're all good. Aside from having to threaten his life three times a day for 10 days while he takes the medicine. If you're wondering who is getting your kids sick at day care/school, it is me. Unless the fever cannot be reduced by some Motrin or he is puking non stop, I'm sending him to school. Get over it. Germs are good for you. Send the hate mail somewhere else.
I got called ma'am....Saturday night....at a bar.....by a college student. It was tragic. Why did I even bother showering or contemplating an outfit before I went out? Maybe I will just accept this title and change out the wardrobe for house coats and muumuu's. Let the twins hang low and just call it a day. I'm happily married, but I will trade ma'am for a gross drunk opening the door for me just so he can slap me on the ass any day of the week. A girl needs that occasionally. A 22 year old opening the door for me and saying, "here you go ma'am" is just heartbreaking. Maybe I have it all backward. Maybe he was calling me "man." Maybe he thought I was a dude. Now I have to dig deep and figure out which is worse to me.
Nah, twins are too big. He had to have called me ma'am.
Asshole.
2 comments:
Try being called "news lady" since you were 24. That sucks. Ma'am sucks. I swear when I look in the mirror I don't see what someone who is 24 sees. Soon enough, they too will know what it feels like!
Dawn - agreed. I always think the 24 year old and I are roughly the same age. They definitely don't see it that way.
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