So this was a busy weekend.
And a perfect time for the city to put a note on our door on Friday afternoon explaining there had been a computer glitch and that we needed to boil our water before drinking it “just in case”. As P so eloquently put it “they’re afraid we have poo water”.
Which is really enough to ensure that I will never drink from the tap again. Because I’m frightened that we are one “computer glitch” away from drinking poo water.
The best part is we don’t really use our front door. So we wouldn’t have known about the poo water until it was way too late. But our nice neighbor walked across the street to make sure we knew we were suddenly living in a third world country.
Fortunately, P is better than a Boy Scout. He is ALWAYS PREPARED. And he just so happened to have several cases of bottled water stocked in the back house. Oh how I have mocked his over-preparedness in the past. We live in America. What could possibly go wrong?
A computer glitch resulting in poo water, that’s what.
The part I really regret is that I got on the phone right after our neighbor informed me of the water situation and I was so wrapped up in my conversation that I neglected to tell P about it until he’d come in from mowing the yard and downed two glasses of water straight from the tap. The good news is he was perfectly fine. The bad news is his wife forgets to share important details if she’s busy talking about cute sandals.
Anyway, by Saturday morning the city had posted an update on their website informing us the water was fine. Normalcy had been restored. Which means they highly underestimate my paranoia.
Other than the water situation, it was a lovely long weekend.
On Thursday night, Caroline and I met Gulley and her boys at the little league fields for Jackson’s baseball game. And Will and Caroline got to announce the game and keep the scoreboard.
They took the whole thing very seriously. Caroline even announced she wanted to do it every day for the rest of her life. Of course Gulley and I supervised the whole thing because you never know when those two might decide they’ve been wronged by the other one.
But they loved being together so much that Caroline wanted to go home with the boys. And then Gulley and I were having such a great time talking when I showed up to pick Caroline up a couple of hours later that Caroline and I both spent the night over there.
The next morning they were leaving for Bryan and Caroline and I went home to spend the day cleaning and straightening up the house. Well, I cleaned. She ditched me after a while to go swimming with one of her friends.
By the time we met Mimi and Bops for Mexican food on Friday night, she was so tired that I thought she might pass out at the table. Fortunately, she was revived by a Shirley Temple and found the strength to go get yogurt with them after dinner.
Saturday morning, I actually got to sleep late. I would tell you how many threats I made to achieve this but I don’t want you to think less of me. By the time I woke up, P had fully initiated her into the world of our new favorite show, Duck Dynasty and she walked around the rest of the weekend saying things like “I need to find me a man that can cook squirrel brains”.
I think our work here is finished.
A little later in the morning we went to get Easter pedicures. I’d promised her a pedicure as a reward for a good report card and figured Easter was a good time to have freshly painted toes. Of course she ended up getting a manicure too because I am a sucker for the upsell. And the way they paint those little flowers on her nails.
Which is why I made her wear surgical gloves when we dyed eggs later that afternoon.
Last year we celebrated our risen Lord and Savior with stained blue and purple hands and I vowed I would do better this year. Although it could be a sign that my OCD has kicked it up a notch in the last twelve months.
Later that night we picked up barbecue. They forgot to include P’s beans and extra sausage which almost ruined his night. And probably ensures that he will now store extra beans in the back house. But the weather was great. Our tap water was (allegedly) clean. And we sat outside and enjoyed our dinner.
Caroline woke me up at 7:00 a.m. Easter morning to check out the Easter Bunny situation.
We don’t do a huge Easter Bunny thing at our house. In fact, the Bunny brings the same thing every year; a new swimsuit, a beach towel and a cover up. In other words, things I need to buy anyway. And I don’t know if you know this, but he shops at Target. Every year. Which is so weird because I’ve never seen him there.
Then we got dressed, had a small hair crisis when I curled her hair WRONG, decided on a side ponytail and still made it to church on time. Not quite a HUGE miracle in light of Easter morning, but a small miracle for us. And our church had the best service out on the hill of our new location.
After that, we made our way home to meet Mimi and Bops for lunch at our house and took approximately 742 pictures that I will now share with you whether you care or not.
And after a round of silly string and cascarones, there was one last egg hunt.
It was a good weekend. The kind of weekend that makes me ready for summer and long days and no schedule to follow.
I hope y’alls was just as good.
And that your tap water is poo-free.