Here’s what you need to know. This weekend was my perfect version of all that is good and right in a weekend.
Exhibit A: It started raining on Friday evening and didn’t stop until Saturday afternoon.
Exhibit B: Which means we knew Caroline’s soccer game on Saturday morning was rained out before we went to bed on Friday night.
Exhibit C: So I got to sleep late and P cooked fried deer tenders for breakfast and then I made blueberry pancakes for all of us when I rolled out of bed at the crack of 9:30.
Exhibit D: The Aggies beat the hell out of Arkansas and we got our first SEC win of the season. Granted, Arkansas has fallen on hard times recently, but a win is a win.
Exhibit E: I didn’t even get out of my pajamas on Saturday. Well, I actually changed into yoga pants at one point because Holly Mathis stopped by (I’ll tell you more about that later this week) and even though I love Holly I felt like I probably needed to have on some version of actual clothes.
Exhibit F: Sunday morning we went to church, picked up Taco Garage afterwards (we didn’t actually pick up the entire restaurant because, FEATS OF STRENGTH, but we got breakfast tacos), and then went to Caroline’s soccer game and they won.
So those were the high points. The following is a little more detailed description if you haven’t already passed out in your morning coffee.
On Friday, I met my friend Leah for lunch at Nordstrom. But I decided to drive out there a little early because I just wanted to look in a few stores and see what they had. Which is how I ended up in Free People TOTALLY DYING over the cutest top that I didn’t even pick out but the salesgirl was a fashion ninja and put it in my dressing room along with a jacket that just made the whole thing perfection. You don’t even know.
But here’s the thing about Free People. It’s not cheap. Apparently it takes a lot of money to dress like a bohemian hippie type person. So I asked the salesgirl to hold everything for me while I went to lunch. I think I knew deep down I wasn’t going to return, but it made it easier to say goodbye. Otherwise there might have been tears.
However, I have since visited the top and jacket online. It took me a while to find the top but that’s because they had it listed as a dress. A dress for who? Barbie? It was a lovely top but no one has any business wearing it without some type of pants.
I’m just going to practice self-control and hope and pray it goes on sale. Or that I come into a massive amount of money.
Then on Saturday I pretty much already told you what we did. Which was absolutely nothing. It was glorious. Honestly, it was the first weekend we’d all been home since August and I think we needed it. Caroline even occupied herself in her room most of the day, building forts and playing dress up. The high point was when she came out dressed like this.
It’s the mythical afro fairy princess.
Caroline had her first real soccer game of the season on Sunday. It was supposed to be last weekend but the team they were playing was a no show and they ended up scrimmaging against a team of twelve year old boys. AND ALMOST WON.
Fortunately this game was against girls their own age and they got their first win of the season. Caroline scored a goal and took a ball right to the stomach at one point. But kept on playing even though I swear I could hear the air sucking out of her when that ball hit. We made sure to praise her profusely for her mental toughness because this is a child who comes home with a note from the nurse at least once a week describing complaints of “an itch that needed hydrocortisone lotion”.
Then on the way home she melted down. I have no idea all the reasons why, but there was talk of practice tests at school and not wanting to eat what I was cooking for dinner and OH THE HUMANITY at having to clean up her room before she could watch any T.V. P finally told her she needed to improve her attitude which was met with a deep angry sigh as she twisted around more in her seat. And that’s when P pulled out the time-honored phrase:
“I’m about to give you something to be upset about”.
Listen. It even made me sit up straight.
It worked. She snapped herself out of her mood and found her joy in a hurry. Which was good because I was already mentally calculating how many glasses of wine I was going to need to have to not lose it before bedtime.
Now it’s 8:55 on Sunday night and I think I’m actually about to go to bed. Because the party never ends around here. It’s like the Copacabana. But without Lola or any yellow feathers in my hair.
Or a dress cut down to there.
Unless I go back to Free People and get that top and wear it as a dress.