I recommend caffeine before reading

This weekend was pretty uneventful unless you count the fact that Caroline spent the night, THE WHOLE NIGHT, at a friend’s house on Friday night as something important. Which I do. Because it explains why I spent part of Friday night rocking in the glider in her room wondering where the baby was that I just rocked in that same chair yesterday.

It’s also important to note that P was at the ranch and not available to make fun of me and my overly dramatic, yet charmingly sentimental tendencies.

And in my defense I only spent about ten minutes rocking in the glider. The rest of my time was well-spent watching the better part of the second season of Veronica Mars on DVD. Why didn’t I know about this show when it was still on the air? I can’t believe I missed out and now have to make up for three seasons of quality television in the next two weeks.

(Technically, there’s no timeline for me to finish all of Veronica Mars. I just like to have a goal.)

I also went to eat a late Mexican food dinner with Mimi and Bops where we experienced the loudest Mariachi band to ever grace the inside of a Mexican food restaurant, which is a bold statement. There was one overzealous trumpet player that I’m going to need to track down so I can sue him for the permanent damage he did to my right eardrum during his solo of La Bamba. I would laugh about it if I wasn’t so deaf that I just hear the laughter inside my own head.

Saturday morning I picked Caroline up from her friend’s house and we were home for all of seven minutes before it was time to turn around and take her to a birthday party for another friend. I’m going to have to get a new calendar just to keep track of all her social engagements. Although in all honesty there’s probably enough room to keep track of her schedule on my current calendar since the only thing I’ve written down for myself right now is a hair appointment at 4:00 this Wednesday. I might even put on some makeup.

I tried to get her in bed fairly early on Saturday night because I know how exhausting a day full of social commitments can be. I know I’ll be totally worn out by the time I get back from getting my hair cut on Wednesday. She was out as soon as her head hit the pillow so P and I were able to settle in for a big night of flipping back and forth between Nascar and the USC vs. Ohio State game. There are people who believe that being in your late thirties isn’t glamorous and to those people I say, you’re totally right.

On Sunday Caroline decided she wanted to learn how to ride her bike without training wheels. It’s a day I knew was coming but I’ve dreaded it a little because there aren’t enough Band-Aids and Neosporin in the world to deal with the drama that will ensue when she inevitably falls and scrapes her knees. After a few trial runs up and down Mimi and Bops’ driveway, I also discovered that there isn’t enough Ben-Gay or Advil to save me from possibly being in traction before the week is over. Especially since I promised her we’d work on it again after school today because I am an idiot.

An idiot all hyped up on Advil and lying on a heating pad.