You guessed it! Yesterday was my husband's birthday. I waited up for him last night thinking he would be home at his normal time but instead he worked overtime. I stayed up for nothing . It's not like there would have been any excitement because my face would not allow it. It was the gesture that would have been nice. Anyway, I am giving him his 5 minutes (perhaps less) minutes of fame: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCOTT! Now that I think about it, I am not sure why I would even bother to wish him a happy birthday on here since he shows no real interest in the fact that I am even writing a blog. Thanks honey!
Lets just get down to business, shall we? Here is my account my day Saturday. I climbed over my pillow barriers and directly went to the mirror to check on my facial swelling. Still swollen but not nearly as bad as it was Friday. Once I realized that it was getting better I was able to focus on more important tasks. Right now I can't recall those tasks but I think I did some dishes and laundry. My father-in-law (HAPPY BIRTHDAY!) stopped by to pick up our old dining room table that had been taking up too much space in the garage. Of course, I had to move two skateboards, a mower, stroller, high chair, gas cans, trash cans, two scooters and Scott's police cruiser (the highlight of it all) so we could even get to the table. We loaded up the trailer with the table and chairs and then he sat and chatted for a few. As it turns out, those few minutes were a lot longer than I thought they were. I had to rush to get my shower, dress the two littles ones, curl Abigail's hair and get everyone in the car to get downtown for competition awards. Needless to say, we were late....again!
Awards started 45 minutes late and then lasted forever. Our competition team is small and competes on a recreational level so our part in the awards was minimal. In other words, the awards drug on and on. Bored isn't even a close enough descriptive for how I felt sitting there. Abigail and her duet partner got Gold and that was an improvement for them so way to go girls!
After the torture was over I dropped Abigail off to spend the night with her grandparents and headed home to spend all of 30 minutes with Scott on his birthday - Welcome to adulthood! Your birthdays are just another day as you get older and sometimes a day you wish would just skip right over you!
Went out with Natalie for some adult beverages, came home and passed out! How exciting is that?
Sunday, got up and of course I went straight to the mirror to check out facial swelling...almost back to normal. I only looked in the mirror 5 times today! That's progress right? Then ran to Target with Natalie and came home to get ready to go to Tim's and Scott's birthday cookout. The cookout was to start at 2 o'clock, 30 minutes away from where we live. I woke Scott up and got in the shower at 1 o'clock. Now mind you I still needed to go to Sam's Club to get a veggie tray and pick Emma up at my parent's house...Why am I always late for everything? Hmmmmm???? Who could say? We leave the house at 2 o'clock and no sooner than I pull out of the driveway I get a text from Emma, "WHERE YOU AT?" Seriously? Even my 11 year old is over my inability to be on time somewhere! However, this turned out to work in my favor because I had her ask one of my parents to meet me at Sam's Club (one less thing to do).
We are finally on our way but as soon as I turn on the main road out of town, all I can think about is Smoothie Brews, Smoothie Brews....I must stop at Smoothie Brews. Scott was on board luckily, so we stopped and I got my fix. However, there was a very familiar van in front of us at their drive thru. Low and behold it's Marc and Natalie! We all have a serious problem, I'm just sayin'! I swear Smoothie Brews puts something in their drinks to cause addictions. Can I just tell you that I have been working randomly at a budget for awhile now. When I put on paper the cost of my addiction I was shocked! One regular non-fat milkyway mocha with whip cream daily; $2.76. You do the math because I don't want to feel guilty stopping for coffee on my way to COSI tomorrow morning. FOCUS KRISSY....somehow Emily and Natalie ended up in my car and Scott and Olivia ended up in theirs. We get to Sam's Club and get Emma.
My Dad met me in the parking lot and proceeds to tell me that Emma purposely told my Mom about my new tattoo. Oh this is fantastic people! Now I am not afraid of my Mom necessarily but she is against untraditional piercings and tattoos. Quite honestly, you'd think she would just be immune to this kinda thing since my Dad, sister and brother all have tattoos. When I got my tattoo last year Abigail busted me out so I guess in all fairness, it was Emma's turn to sell her Mother down the river. I recently got my nose pierced and I just straight out told my Mom that I did it. Her response was "I thought you were a grown up!?!" Yup Mom I am and that is why I did it. May be if she had let me get my ears double pierced when I was a teenager I wouldn't be so wild and crazy now. No, it's not at all her fault I am having a mid-life crisis right now and it's making me want to be a little rebelious. The great thing about a mid-life crisis is you are a grown up and the trouble you get into is only limited by your imagination! No curfew or possibility of being grounded, am I right? Wow, I am off on a serious tangent now! Anyway, I told Emma, "Thanks a lot!" with a snotty teenager attitude - GOSH!
Arrival to cookout - 3:30pm, WOW, only an hour and a half late! We had a good time visiting with everyone. The kids were running around all over but occupied with activities that didn't include "Mom?, Mom?, Mom?" In my freetime I discovered my father-in-law had a bottle of Captain Morgan that was sitting there neglected and lonely. This was a serious offense in my opinion, so like any responsible adult would do I opened my best buddy and drank up. I even sang "You light Up My Life" to Mr Morgan.
Made a couple of stops on the way home: Emma's rubberbands for her braces had been left at my parents and then dropped off my favorite little babsysitter's cellphone to her. Now I am ready for bed because well, if you seriously just read all of this you should know that I am flippin' tired! Tomorrow is another day.
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
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