Is the weekend already over? Because I find that depressing.
We had ourselves a nice little weekend. Went to Home Depot, bought some wallpaper. Planned to go to Bed, Bath, and Beyond but didn’t know if we’d have time.
We actually didn’t do anything nearly that exciting.
On Friday night my friend Michelle came into town to spend the night with us. We all went to eat Mexican food because that’s what we do on Friday nights. And then we came back to the house and sat out on the patio to visit while Caroline occupied herself by seeing how far she could hammer a croquet stick into the ground.
I have no explanation.
But I have to say it kept her busy for at least an hour and she managed to get it so far in the ground that P was worried it was about to hit the pipes of our sprinkler system. I don’t know that hammering a stake in the ground is an important life skill, but I was impressed with her tenacity.
On Saturday morning I made about forty-eight cinnamon rolls for four people. And I don’t want to lead you astray. When I say I made cinnamon rolls, what I mean is I popped open cans of Pillsbury cinnamon rolls. I feel like I need to clarify this because Saturday morning I asked Caroline if she wanted homemade cinnamon rolls and she ran in the kitchen excitedly saying “I WANT TO HELP! I WANT TO HELP!” and I was confused as to why she was so excited to put rolls on a cookie sheet.
That’s when I realized she’d pulled out the rolling pin as if I was really making homemade cinnamon rolls. And, since it’s not Christmas, that was not the case. I think she felt like my offer to let her ice the rolls with canned icing was a lame consolation prize.
However, she did guilt me into promising that I’d make homemade cinnamon rolls for us on the first morning of summer. And her birthday.
Which reminds that I need to start working out again.
I haven’t mentioned that I have fallen off the workout train and can’t get up. Fortunately, I’ve stayed fairly committed to the healthy eating train as evidenced by the fact that I made kale chips tonight. People say they taste just like potato chips. And those people are liars. They are an acceptable substitute if you’re in need of something crispy and salty, but you will not for ONE MOMENT forget that you’re eating a vegetable that’s not a potato. P would like to add that it makes the house smell like cooked underwear.
Anyway, working out. I’m starting again this week. True story.
As for the rest of our Saturday, we ate our cinnamon rolls and then Michelle went with Caroline and me to run various errands. We went to the shoe store to look for sandals and then the toy store to buy a birthday gift for a party we had that night and then picked up Chick-Fil-A for lunch. Because we feel that it’s important to really entertain our young single friends who visit. I mean, sure, Michelle spent the last month doing all kinds of glamorous traveling but when was the last time she got to watch a mom and an eight-year-old engage in high level summer sandal negotiations and then go to a little league baseball game?
Because that was what we did next. We headed to the little league fields to watch Jackson play baseball while Will and Caroline ate snowcones and tried to avoid the bees. Good times. I bet Michelle is already planning to come back next weekend. Especially because I treated her to a bag of sunflower seeds.
Later that day, Michelle left and we went to a birthday party. It was the best kind of party because it was a grown up/kid party. Which is to say that there were juice boxes and margaritas. Chips and guacamole living happily alongside a big plastic bin of cheese puffs. And the kids ran and played and bounced in the bounce house while the adults visited and occasionally refereed or intervened when the Nerf sword battle got too intense.
And now it’s Monday again.
Which means I need to go for a run.