June 15, 2010 3:23 pm
My brother and his Baby Momma got hitched over the weekend which gave Jamie and I the excuse to get a sitter for an afternoon of kid free conversation. It was lovely but bittersweet since we had to go home at the end of the shin dig. Sigh.
Speaking of dates, we have started alternating date nights with a good friend and I think it’s the start of something amazing. Every Tuesday either she watches my kids so we can go out or I watch hers so she can go out with her man. The best part is that we all put our kids to sleep before the “sitter” gets there so they can just chill and catch up on some TV. It’s a win-win.
Tonight is our turn to go out and I’m battling a nasty sinus and double ear infection (I know, right?) so I have no idea what to do. Last time we went to The Melting Pot for dessert then to the local bowling alley for a couple of games. I don’t think my sinuses can survive walking into that smoke hole tonight so we’ve got to come up with a plan, fast.
Last week, Great Clips was having a sale so I swerved my car into the parking lot and got my kids haircuts. Graham got buzzed which means no more curls and my heart hurts. It’s only hair. It’s only hair. It will grow back. At least they didn’t cut off the angry scowl, that I couldn’t live without.
Elliot is so fucking cute. There, I said it. Graham is too but Elliot is my snuggler, except when she demands to snuggle, she says “gungle” and I can never say no. “GUNGLE, MOMMY!”, she says as she knees me in the face/ribs/boobs/stomach to worm her way into just the right position. I think I will gungle, yes.
So I survived the week without Jamie, barely. I think last week was the lowest low for me in a long time with the kids and their behavior. Graham must have gotten into some artificial dye somewhere (I have NO idea where) and it showed. He is lucky he didn’t get boxed up and shipped off somewhere but luckily we all made it through in tact.
We had a swimming play date last week and at one point, my friend noticed a rogue floater in the pool. We checked everyone’s butts and nobody left any evidence behind in their suits for us to find. After much interrogation, we still weren’t any closer to finding the shitter so we decided to let it go. Except that I couldn’t and days later I was still asking Elliot (the suspected culprit in my mind) if she pooped in the pool. She maintains her innocence but I told her I will keep asking until I get the answer I’m looking for.
Tags: Random Tuesday Thoughts