We made it home from the road trip late Friday afternoon. And then I fell into bed and slept until five minutes ago.
Not really. But I could have.
In fact, after we got home I began to unpack while telling P all about our trip and kept losing my train of thought. He looked at me and said, “Man, you really are tired, aren’t you?” As if I’d been lying. It also didn’t help that I woke up Friday morning with what I originally thought was pink eye, but turned out to be a stye. Either way, look away, I am hideous.
P left about an hour after we got home to drive to the coast and fish in a tournament with some friends. Caroline and I met Gulley and Will for Mexican food even though we’d just seen them and then we returned back to our respective homes to unwind. That’s when I got on Twitter and learned that a woman died while riding a roller coaster at Six Flags.
Here’s the thing. We didn’t ride the Texas Giant while we were there because the lines were too long and the kids didn’t care to ride it. But on every ride we rode I tried to make myself feel better by telling myself that you never hear about anyone dying on a roller coaster. And then two days later someone dies on a roller coaster. I cannot even imagine. It’s so tragic.
Needless to say, I think it might be a long time before I get on another roller coaster.
Saturday morning, Caroline and I slept in until after 10 and then she immediately woke up and asked me what we were going to do for the day. Umm. Nothing?
I told her I had to get some work done because I’d spent the whole week before acting like I had no real responsibilities or commitments and she decided that my plan to work sounded LAME so she called Mimi and Bops and asked them to come get her. Which they did. And kept her for the rest of the day while I worked on book edits and washed the white slipcovers on my couch that didn’t look white anymore and made a grocery list and researched Pinterest for the perfect shade of gray to paint the exterior of our house.
Just to clarify: I’m not painting the exterior of our house. We’ve hired someone to paint the exterior of our house. In a fortunate turn of events, the hail storm on Easter damaged our paint and insurance is covering the bulk of getting our whole house repainted.
P called late Saturday afternoon with the news that his team had won the fishing tournament and he even won a separate award for “largest red fish”. I was so happy for him. Until he got home around 10:00 p.m. and I discovered his victory came complete with a plaque.
That he placed proudly on the bookshelves in our living room.
I hate to show you for fear you won’t be able to overcome your envy.
The only thing it lacks is the ability to sing “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” when you push a button.
I’m just thankful that Caroline has now begged to display the plaque in her playroom. Which, what kind of parents would we be if we said no to that?
So my plan for tomorrow is to unselfishly help her find just the right spot for it.