I’m sitting on the couch next to P while he watches Avatar. We’ve never seen it before. He probably hasn’t seen it because he never goes to the movies. I haven’t seen it because I don’t enjoy movies with blue alien people that take place in fake worlds.
I prefer dramas about British aristocracy with women wearing beautiful dresses and singing songs by the piano to soldiers. But I’ll have to wait until P goes to bed to enjoy Downton Abbey. That is my cross to bear.
I’m also sad to report that the non-picking of my shellac nails hasn’t gone so well. They started to drive me crazy on Saturday because they were separating from my nail so bad, but then I spent most of Sunday cleaning out cabinets and closets and I guess it just fed my general OCD and I couldn’t stand my nails ONE MORE MINUTE. And so I have picked at the majority of them. I KNOW. It’s TERRIBLE for my nails. But I had bad nails to begin with so I’m not really concerned.
Anyway, I wish I had something exciting to share from the weekend but that would require that something exciting happened around here. And I assure you that was not the case.
Caroline’s friend Gabi came home from school with her on Friday and spent the night with us. I took the girls to one of those yogurt places where you make your own concoction and then weigh it to determine how much you owe. Apparently I was in the mood to throw money in the toilet on Friday because that’s what happens every time I take Caroline there. She spoons all that stuff into her cup and then takes about four bites before declaring “I’M THE FULLEST I’VE EVER BEEN” and I’m left with a cup of inedible yogurt because only a very discerning palate enjoys a mix of lemon pie with chocolate grooms’ cake topped with gummy worms, sprinkles and butterfingers.
On Saturday morning the girls were awake by 6:15. P and I woke up to the sound of them squealing loudly in the living room and I threw on my robe and did my best impression of the wicked witch of the west by 6:30 a.m. I’m almost positive they made fun of me the minute I left the room because I threw out a lecture about the absurdity of being awake before dark on a Saturday and threatened to put them in separate rooms if they didn’t PIPE DOWN and play quietly.
I climbed back in bed and attempted to go back to sleep, but P got up about thirty minutes after my wicked witch warning and discovered they’d helped themselves to a nutritious breakfast of IBC Cream Soda, Frosted Flakes and a banana.
I’m so proud.
Later that morning P took Caroline to a soccer fun day thing that was going on and I took that time to sit on the couch and enjoy the quiet. I also caught up on Real Housewives of Beverly Hills because I was dying to see Pandora’s wedding and it didn’t disappoint.
They made it back to the house around noon and then we headed to Caroline’s basketball game at 2:00. She had a great game and even made two baskets and got a few rebounds. She’s not the tallest girl out there but she’s a little scrappy.
Their coach told them he’d treat them to Sonic if they won so we spent the rest of Saturday afternoon sitting outside at Sonic while the girls on the team tried their best to sustain a major injury on the old-fashioned merry go round. You know what I’m talking about? One of those kind they used to have on playgrounds where one poor kid would run next to it trying to get it to go super fast while praying she didn’t get sucked under or trip and fall?
It would appear our Sonic isn’t concerned about lawsuits and liability because that thing seems like a big spinning death trap to me. But the girls loved it and I guess we just live in an age of being completely paranoid because I spent plenty of hours on those things and lived to tell the tale.
As for the rest of Saturday, I felt like I was coming down with Caroline’s cold. My throat was scratchy and I just felt blah. But I slept in on Sunday and felt much better after a good night’s sleep. I even cleaned out my bathroom cabinet and threw away all manner of expired medicines.
(This is just fascinating, isn’t it?)
Now I’m sitting here watching a blue man fight off a giant bird-like creature and wondering if Anna and Mr. Bates are going to ever get to be together and live happily ever after and sit on their couch not watching movies about blue people because television hasn’t been invented yet.
And that’s our weekend in a 830 word nutshell.