My weekend was a blur. I don't actually recall Friday... though that may have been the day we went to Barnes & Noble. Or was that Saturday? Yes! Saturday, then we visited with husband's parents afterward. I grocery shopped in the evening. :faint:
Sunday should have been relaxing, but I had altar guild, some planning stuff for Sunday School and a birthday party that came up on Saturday because Duckie's friend's grandmother will have surgery the day the party was originally planned for. Got that? :wink:
Today was hectic as well. Duckie didn't sleep well because I had put her hair in curlers last evening. Why, you ask? Because she was in a Labor day parade for cheer-leading today, of course! :princess: Of course we were running late because my family won't get the lead out unless I'm standing over them cracking a whip. So we arrived 2 minutes late to stand around for 1 hour 15 minutes before the girls actually moved. :crazy:by the way, her hair looked awful... more like dreadlocks than the bouncy curls I was aiming for. :smile:
So we get through the parade (I walk because of her epipen and helped corral a group of girls) and get to the firehall to have lunch... but they are out of chowder. During their annual chowder sale. :hammer: I have a group of girls that various mothers have asked me to keep an eye on since I walked with the squad. They are all quickly collected except one. Even the coach takes off after awhile when she realizes that I know the other girl's family pretty well and I'll keep her safe. So we stand at the very end of the parade, waiting for mom, as Duckie & friend scoop up candy by the handful that the remaining paraders have decided to toss to them because
1. Duckie & friend are really cute, and
2. these folks won't have to lug around candy at the carnival.
Of course the girls have no pockets so they are each claiming various pockets of mine to stash the candy in. Ugh. I'm fat enough that walking around with candy sticking out of my pockets makes me look really pathetic. Sigh. /forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/hot.gif So mom spots me in crowd (you got the visual, who could miss me?!?) and Duckie says good-bye to her friend.
So Duckie & I wait in line for the ladies room to change her out of her uniform and me out of the brand new tee shirt in the team colors for our play clothes which I have lugged through town in a backpack. Along with the epipen, my wallet, cell, snacks & 3 bottles of water. And wait. And wait. husband still has not gotten to the firehall as he is enjoying watching the rest of the parade with our friends (including Saturday's birthday girl) when we settle for dry sandwiches, chips & homemade cookies for lunch. But first we go outside to call husband on my cell to find out when he expects to join us. Duckie is hungry, cranky and keeps reaching in my pockets for candy at this point. :nonono: That's when Duckie runs up to friend with her dad & grandma. Apparently mom was behind us in line for the bathroom. This is when grandma points out that my brand new tee shirt (read that as never washed since I haven't had much time for laundry lately) had turned my neckline a new bright kelly green. So there I am, in a crowd, being scrubbed with a baby wipe by this grandma I had only met once before. :smile:
I finally have a clean neck and pull Duckie back into the firehall to get in line to buy lunch, I figure husband is on his own at this point. Duckie, of course, hates the sandwich and starts to throw a fit. Rather than throwing my own fit, I offer to swap. It appeases the beast for awhile. And she was right about the sandwich, it was awful. :thumbsdown:husband & the other family join us to eat. I warn them about the food, but they figure it's no worse than the at the carnival.
So we finally enter the carnival, Duckie sees the fish game and demands to play. I say no as we aren't in a position to properly care for sea-life (does anyone remember the great sea monkey debacle of 2005? :wink:). It is almost 3pm. It has taken us 4 hours to get through the parade, change clothes, & eat lunch. I now have to go work the cheer league's hot dog stand until 6pm. I reiterate about the fish game. Duckie and husband agree it's best for her not to play the game, even if friend's family does because they have a man-made pond and aquarium for the fish to live in. :thumb:
The hot dog stand goes well, the other volunteers are nice and I'm enjoying myself. It's right near the beer tent and the drunks are still friendly. Life is good.
Then my cell rings. It's husband calling about the (you guessed it!) fish game!!! Turns out he allowed Duckie to play with the understanding that if she won she would give the fish to her friend. Why the man attempts to negotiate with a six year difficult child is beyond all human comprehension. :hammer: She, of course, has rescinded her part of the deal now that she has cute 'lil Skippy :smile:in her hot little hands. As a matter of fact, she is having a meltdown of historic proportions and he wanted me to leave the stand to go help him pull her together. Ha! He could sleep in that bed!!! I told him that I didn't care what he did with that fish as long as two criteria were met:
1. no harm can come to the fish
2. It was to never cross onto our property line.
Jeez, grow a spine, man! :hammer:
So I finally finish my volunteer stint and head for the road where husband and I were to meet up. I get in the car and asking Duckie how her afternoon was and she says "I was little sad about giving Skippy away, but Daddy said you would feed him to the cats if I brought him home." :devil:
Why must I always be the bad guy? Let just say that made for an interesting ride home...
Anyway, it was more of the same when we got home. The audio on our satellite receiver in the bedroom went out. We thought it was the tv, and husband actually lugged a very big & heavy tv upstairs from the basement before we realized the one in our room worked just fine.
You know what they say about paybacks... :rofl:
So anyway, that was my weekend! :salute: