Chance of Flurries
I knew I had a busy weekend coming last week, but I really had no idea it was to be what it was. It was mad! This is truly the first time I've been able to sit down and write and still be awake in the process.
Friday
Started off with one sick kid staying home, but luckily it was the older one who could stay at home ten minutes by himself while I ran the other to school. Got home and immediately worked out, showered, dressed and dragged the sick one with me on errands. Booie went to a friend's house after school, which saved me the trouble of picking her up. Did some of my shopping until I had to get her, grabbed her and went to pick up a power amp for the band's gig that night. Traffic was atrocious, so the forty minute errand took over an hour, cutting into my time to finish my errands. Managed to pick up the necessities for Booie's costume for the princess birthday party she was to attend. Ran home, dressed her, wrapped the gift, wolfed down a morsel since I hadn't eaten since early in the morning and took Boo to her party. Then it was back to the store for a couple more things before getting back home. There I helped John get ready for his gig and changed partway before I had to go pick Booie up again. Got her, picked up dinner, ran home and wolfed down some more food so I could finish getting dressed before the sitter arrived. Gave instructions, left again and went to the band gig. Provided support, passed out flyers, socialized, danced, drank a little, took pictures, then waited for them to pack up. Got home by 4 AM. Passed out.
Saturday
It was to be a day of fun with my Tae-bo friends, but they couldn't make it. Fortunately, that left me time to do other things. After I finally dragged my butt out of bed, we got breakfast for everyone. Our sitter was John's cousin, so she and her younger brother had just spent the night rather than going home so late. We ate, and John ran them home while I got ready to go shopping for a mountain bike with my teammate who is also John's bandmate. John's trip took longer than expected, so I was late leaving and had to fly like the wind on the near-hour drive to the bike shop. I was only ten minutes late. Learned about mountain bikes, chose one to test ride and realized I have much to learn about mountain biking. I'm lucky I didn't make a complete fool of myself during that little ride. It was close. I was going to finance the bike, but the shop is in "negotiations" with the finance company and aren't offering any financing right now. That sucked ass, but they had layaway, so I plopped down my down payment and left empty-handed. I found my bike on the manufacturer's web site, so I'll just look at that until I can pay it off. Hopefully it will only take a few weeks. I need lots of practice!
But I couldn't think about that, because what was going to be a quiet night at home turned into another whirlwind when our sitter called us and offered to sit another night. We would take the kids to her house, and they would stay there. Since you never turn down an offer like that, I rounded up the rug rats and started getting them and myself ready while John loaded up for that night's gig. We took him over to the bar and dropped him off, then headed back home to finish packing for the kids' overnight stay, and I finished getting ready. I dropped them off and had a few moments to kill since I didn't want to watch the band set up and listen to "check, check" over the sound system 482,000 times again that night. Feeling rather fat that night, I decided to go to Target and buy a support garment, which is what any reasonable woman would do with 45 minutes to kill on a Saturday night. I left the store with a new pair of boots from the boys department (for myself, not the boy), socks, a hilarious shirt that had the name of one of the band's songs all over it and the support garment that caused the trip.
Rather than stop at home, which happened to be on the way, like any logical, thinking person would do, I stopped in a parking lot where I took a couple pictures of the marquis at the place the band played the night before and changed shoes there, because I liked how the new ones matched my outfit better. I didn't put on the support garment in the parking lot, opting to feel fat the rest of the night, since there was nowhere to stuff myself into the thing, even though my house was just over a mile away. I'd like to attribute that to tiredness, though it's really that I'm goofy like that.
I headed over to the bar and watched the band again. It's never as fun on the second night, and I was worried through more than half the show after I got a call from the sitter about Booie waking up with her legs hurting for the second night in a row. I wanted to leave and get her, but she wanted to stay, so I just fretted the rest of the night and waited for the phone to ring, but it never did. The band packed up quickly when they were done, and we were home by 3 AM after a stop at Sheetz for snacks. It's band tradition to eat before bed. I think it's their way of winding down.
Sunday
Woke up at 10:45 and talked John into picking up the kids while I rummaged through the laundry for Hammy's soccer uniform. Got Hammy ready for his game and went to that. Picked up food afterward and went home where I proceeded to pass out on the couch until evening. Watched our usual Sunday night fare along with some HBO documentary about the artist that did the mass nude photos. Passed out again in bed this time after making sure to get a shower, so I wouldn't stink for my doctor's appointment the next morning.
Monday
The plan was for John to go to work, the kids to go to school, me to go to the doctor, pick up the kids from school and go to the baseball game. John ended up staying home, and so did the kids. I still went to the doctor where I checked out just fine and dandy, so I rewarded myself with a trip to Dunkin Donuts for some coffee. Went home, got the kids ready to go and went to the T station for the trip into town. Rode a sardine can. Hoofed it over to the ball park and took pictures aplenty, which will get posted in a special entry for Opening Day at PNC Park. Spent $40 for lunch at the ball park and found our kickass seats that spoiled us enough to make me consider partial season tickets. Enjoyed a good game until the sixth inning when the Pirates, namely the pitcher, pooched. Sat through the rest of the game because we never, ever leave a game early, then walked around the park. Headed back to the T station just in time to get caught in a downpour. Rode another, even more packed, sardine can out of town. Stopped by John's brother's to pick up Booie's blankies and some candle catalogues from the party I missed on Sunday. Went home where we flopped on couches and watched movies the rest of the night.
In Conclusion
I did not cook this weekend at all. We went through a whole tank of gas, even though we didn't even drive into town for the game. Even with all the stuff we did, we still had other things we missed. I have some working out to make up today. We are all tired. I love and hate weekends like that. Even today, I still have running around to do because Boo has dance school and Hammy has soccer practice. It doesn't ever end. We leave Friday for Nebraska. That means I have to call the dog kennel and get a kennel cough vaccine for the dog still today along with doing laundry, so we have clothes for our trip. I don't think the busy weekend is over.
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