Last week was a little rough around here. I’m going to blame it on a combination of being busy and detoxing Caroline after a week of being sick and being waited on hand and foot.
Her reentry into the real world was a little taxing. On both of us.
But by Friday morning she seemed to be back to her old self. She woke up in a good mood and asked, “Mama? Do you still think I’m tired from being sick last week?”
I answered, “Well, you might still be a little tired.”
At which point her head spun around and she growled, “I AM NOT TIRED AT ALL ANYMORE”.
Well. Okay then.
So I sent Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm off to school and I spent the rest of the day doing laundry and cleaning up around the house so I wouldn’t have to spend the weekend doing laundry and cleaning up around the house. I have lofty goals for my weekends these days.
But I also knew we were going to be busy because Caroline had her first soccer game of the season on Saturday morning and her last basketball game of the season on Saturday afternoon. And I had big plans to take a nap somewhere in between those two events.
See? Lofty goals.
Naturally I was thrilled that a cold front blew through on Friday night and our soccer game was 9:15 Saturday morning when the wind chill was somewhere in the vicinity of 36 below zero. Which might be an exaggeration but that’s how it feels when you get used to the temperature being in the 80s and then it suddenly remembers it’s winter and bottoms out with gusty north winds.
But I huddled out on the bleachers with the other parents as we tried to remind ourselves we might miss this weather when we’re sitting out in 106 degree heat during the last games of the season. The grass is always greener on the other side of the thermometer.
We got home after the game and I nearly headed straight for the couch, but then decided instead to go vacuum out my car and get it washed. I have no explanation for this sudden burst of productivity.
Then I picked up lunch for us and brought it back to the house. By the time all this was over there wasn’t any time for my anticipated nap. I was so disappointed. I plan to do better to achieve my goals in the future. I believe it was Maya Angelou who said “When you know better, you do better”.
Next time, I will do better.
Especially when you consider that I wasted countless minutes vacuuming out a car whose regular backseat occupant apparently feels the need to stick every piece of trash she comes across between the seats. We could have lived for days off the peppermints from Sonic alone.
So we went to our last basketball game. Which I’m sad to say we lost after a season of being undefeated. But considering all the girls had already played a soccer game that morning, it was understandable that their energy was a little low. I mean, I was tired from just vacuuming out my car and sitting in the bleachers at two different sporting events.
There was a quick medal ceremony/cupcake party (Just like the Olympics!) after the game and then we went home to rest before we went to dinner with friends that night. Caroline and I were relaxing on the couch watching Parent Trap (the Lindsay Lohan version that always makes me sad at how cute she used to be) when she suddenly looked up at me and said, “Mama? I see that you’re starting to get some old lady marks on your face.”
And so I felt like the least I could do was help her back her bags before I showed her to the door.
I wanted to tell her that some of those old lady marks were probably exacerbated from sitting in the bone-chilling, dry north wind to watch her play soccer at 9:15 on a Saturday morning.
Later that afternoon I was blow-drying my hair and it insisted on doing some weird cowlick part thing. It’s never done this before. I didn’t understand. And then I looked closer and saw that it was parting in a way that perfectly showcased a new crop of gray hairs.
Between my old lady marks and that display, I’m feeling super great about myself.
So I spent the rest of the weekend asking for referrals for a good hair colorist who can make my hair the glossy, silky color of J.Lo’s but won’t charge me more than $50.
Not really.
I mean, yes really about wanting to find a great hair color person that can perform a miracle on my hair, but that’s not all I did the rest of the weekend.
We had dinner with friends on Saturday night and then went to church on Sunday morning. AND, we actually got there one minutes and thirty-seven seconds early which has never happened in the history of ever. We usually prefer to walk in ten minutes late and make the walk of shame down the aisle because P likes to sit in the second row. But, IN OUR DEFENSE, there has been a lot of construction around the church lately. It’s not all because someone can’t decide on a pair of earrings or a child who determines her shoes are “sprunchy” right before we walk out the door.
Sunday was a gorgeous day, but Caroline was tired (See? I was right.) and came home from church, took a bath and put on her pajamas. At 12:15. But she rebounded later and we spent some time playing outside and enjoying the sunshine.
On a related note, did you realize that next week is Daylight Savings Time? Me neither.
I’m just glad that we’ll be on Spring Break because Monday morning comes soon enough without losing an hour on Sunday.
Which reminds me that I probably need to go to bed.