I was going to write a post about what we did this weekend, but now it’s Tuesday night and I can hardly remember. All I know now is that we are just three school days away from Spring Break and we are so in need of a little vacation. Not that we have any big plans, but it will be nice to get out of town for a few days and just enjoy all the doing nothing.
This past weekend actually was pretty low-key for us because we didn’t have any soccer at all. I can’t remember the last time that happened but I’m not complaining. Caroline had a friend spend the night on Friday night and I let them loose in the kitchen where they had their very own version of cupcake wars and made cupcakes with all manner of marshmallows, candy corn, Redi-Whip and other various things they found in the cabinets. They couldn’t understand why I agreed to judge them based on appearance only but declined to do a taste test. All I could think about was the episode of Friends when Rachel makes the trifle with a layer of beef and peas. “It tastes like feet!”
On Saturday we went to watch Will play baseball, then I went to spin class because it was a beach-themed ride and they played mainly Jimmy Buffet songs and handed out Corona with lime afterwards, which is basically the perfect version of exercise ever. Afterwards, I picked up Mexican food for dinner. Sunday we had church and then Caroline had another friend come over. I decided to spend the afternoon cleaning out my closet and the girls joined me and actually both ended up choosing a few things I was discarding. One mom’s trash is a teen girl’s treasure I guess.
Then Sunday night I watched the final Downton Abbey. I already talked about it on the podcast, but I was so sad to say goodbye to every single one of the characters. Except maybe Daisy. She pretty much bugged me right up until the end. But I am a sucker for a happy ending and so I was thrilled that Julian Fellowes gave us what we wanted and I was able to say farewell to my British friends knowing that life looks bright for all of them. Well, except for the fact that World War II is going to eventually happen and change all of their lives, but they have ten good years or so before that.
Speaking of my favorite British people, can we discuss this?
First of all, kudos to them for taking two little kids skiing. That’s a whole lot of snowsuit wrangling. Although I’m guessing they have a nanny for that.
Secondly, how cute is George? I can’t even deal with his hat. Or his cheeks.
Third, Kate looks better in her ski clothes than I looked at my wedding. The times I have skied I have looked like some version of the Michelin Man with a drinking problem, yet she looks fresh as a daisy. Maybe she has secretly employed my ski strategy should I ever find myself on another ski trip. This involves spending a lot of time at the spa and then just donning ski clothes to meet people for lunch at the base of the mountain.
So basically that’s what I’ve been doing. Judging cupcake competitions, watching Downton Abbey and looking at photos of Will and Kate on vacation.