Weekend Update
It's really not that exciting.
Friday afternoon and early evening.
I was thrilled to have been invited to a "happy hour" of sorts with a handful of other mothers and their kids. We were to meet immediately after school at a friend's house and visit for a bit while the kids played. Although I still felt sick and was exhausted, I desperately wanted to participate. These are women I've wanted to get to know better, but logistics have prevented me from accepting invitations in the past.
Because I don't socialize too often, I suffer from temporary arrested development. I say temporary, because I have hope that I'll get my groove back with a little more practice.
At the "happy hour", I pointed out my newly emerging nose herpes [I get cold sores in and on my nose. They come once or twice a year when I'm stressed and generally run down. It hurts and it's gross, and I'm very self conscious. I prefer to point it out when it happens, making everyone around me uncomfortable.], I used foul language too frequently and maybe in the presence of kids, told inappropriate jokes, talked about RELIGION (idiot) and people who WEREN'T THERE. Do it. Say it. Get the laugh. Get the raised eyebrows. Feels gooooood.
These are things many of us do, but usually around people we have history with and the knowledge that we're not going to be judged because we're already accepted. Not when we're speed dating new friends. Water under the bridge. Moving on.
Friday late evening.
Chris arrived home. He'd been out of town all week, so it was wonderful to see him. He showered and climbed into bed. I said, "I've missed you, but please don't touch me. I have a nose herpe and my head is pounding from the Valtrex and red wine. I acted like a 14-year old boy at the happy hour thing. I'll give you details in the morning." He said, "I'm sure it wasn't that bad."
Saturday ALL day.
We stayed in pajamas. We cleaned the bird's habitat. We ate weird food - anything we wanted - anything we could find. No rules. I showered early evening and changed into fresh pajamas. It was great. The boys' hair was sticking out, even Oldest Boy's, who prefers a pseudo Alfalfa hairdo. We were a frat house the day after a party - minus the lingering drug/alcohol high, the hangover, or the feelings of sexual triumph or regret.
Sunday morning.
I was still fighting my cold and my nose herpes. Toddler Child woke up and said, "I'm sick." We had another "day-after-the-party-at-a-frat-house" morning.
Sunday afternoon.
I had some errands to run. Middle Boy wanted to tag along which surprised me. We hit Cabela's [we don't hunt, but I wear overalls], a few housewares stores, Nordstrom's, Costco, and Target. He was tough.
At one point in the car I told him my neck hurt, that I must have slept on it funny. I asked him if that ever happens to him. He said no but he has pain "right here", pointing to his chest. I asked if this happens a lot. He said no. I asked, "When does your chest hurt?"
"It's not really my chest. It's more like on an insect. My thorax. It doesn't happen very much."
"Let me know next time your thorax hurts."
Sunday evening.
Middle Boy and I got home after 6:00. We all unloaded stuff, ate a late dinner and got ready for bed. Chris and I hit the "reset" button on the house and went to sleep ready for a new week.
See. I told you it really wasn't that exciting.