So far, in this child-rearing life of ours, we’ve been lucky that my busy weeks and my husband’s busy weeks have steered clear of each other. He’s been able to pick up the slack for me and then I’ve been able to pick up the slack for him.
But, then last week, it happened. We both had busy weeks.
I was going to be running around like a chicken with my head cut off to 18,000 meetings and events in the course of 4 days. And he was scheduled to be in Disney World with 80 of his students.
We didn’t really know what to do. We just knew society wouldn’t look too kindly on us leaving our two small children in the care of a couple of cats and a Labradoodle.
And then my husband suggested that he take the kids with him to Disney World. Would it be easy to be both a dad and a chaperone? Heck no. Would the kids have a blast? Heck yea. Was it our only choice? Pretty much so.
So, my husband and the kids left on a bus filled with high school kids to Disney World on Wednesday night. I barely noticed they were gone (remember headless chicken?) until Saturday morning when THIS happened:
Yes, I SLEPT IN until 9:34. NINE. THIRTY. FOUR. Now, this is momentous. Unrivaled. Amazingly amazing. I can’t even begin to tell you how fabulous this was. I think I was 23 years old the last time I slept in until 9:34.
And, damn, it felt good.
I showered and got dressed. And because I was feeling so rested (9:34!), I took the dog on a two-hour walk. We started walking and we just kept walking. Usually, our walks are rushed and squeezed in between other activities. On Saturday, I had no place to be and nothing I HAD to do. So, we walked.
We capped off the walk with a trip to Starbucks. We sat outside together while I enjoyed my Grande Soy Caramel Macchiatto (yum!) and acted all leisurely-like. And that dog o’ mine got lots of compliments. He’s kind of a rock star when we take him out in public like that. People are just drawn to him. I’m convinced he has super powers of some sort. There’s no other explanation. I mean, he’s a dog… who slobbers and does all those other things that dogs do.
After we got back from our mega-walk, I spent far too long trying to redeem a couple of American Express reward cards that I got from work. The little pamphlet that came with the rewards cards said that I could redeem them at Talbot’s (online or in-the-store, how convenient) and I’d recently fallen in love with this particularly magnificent dress at Talbot’s and decided that I was going to redeem these fancy cards so I could own this particularly magnificent dress.
But then the online system rejected my cards (of course). And then I chatted on the phone with a lovely lady at the online ordering service at Talbot’s who explained to me that, despite the fact that the pamphlet said I could redeem them online, I couldn’t and I would have to go to a store. So, I got in my car and drove to a store because, at this point, I was determined to own this particularly magnificent dress no matter what. But then (of course) they didn’t have my size and when I asked the equally lovely saleslady if I could order it, she proceeded to put me on the red Talbot’s bat phone with, yes, the online ordering service which reiterated that I could not use my rewards cards with them. We finally figured out that I could use my rewards cards to buy gift certificates and then I could use my gift certificates to buy the dress through the online ordering service. Complicated much? At the end of the day, mission accomplished. But, it took far too long to order the stupid dress. And it also took far too long for me to tell you the story about ordering the stupid dress. Sorry.
By the way, the Talbot’s red bat phone? Nice idea in practice, but really lame in reality. Loud and muffled. It felt so 1980′s. And not in a cool retro way.
My long walk in the morning with Eco was great, but it left me with blisters on my heels because my tennis shoes are about 8 years old. You think I’ m kidding, but I’m not. They’ve been basically horrific to wear over the last year or so. No support. And the insides are literally disintegrating and rubbing against my feet in places that they are not supposed to rub. Hence, the blisters. I partly blame them for my declining workout regimen. (Excuse!) Because who wants to work out in shoes that hurt your feet. (Excuse! Excuse!) So, I hit DSW and bought myself some new tennis shoes. (By the way, I’m not generally a big fan of neon, but I have to admit I dig a neon tennis shoe.)
On the way home from DSW, I stopped at the nursery and bought about 18 million flowers. And then I worked in the yard and planted all 18 million of them. This photo isn’t of any of the 18 million flowers I planted, but of the tree in our front yard that has bloomed. It is so pretty and smells so good, so I snapped a photo of it for posterity. It’s times like these when I wish I had scratch-and-sniff photos on this here blog.
After my work in the yard, I sat on the back deck and drank a little bottle of something pink and alcoholic and played on my iPad. Without interruption. For an hour. Did you catch that? An hour? Ahhhhh…. I know. I get giddy just talking about it.
Then, it was dinner time. I got takeout from the teriyaki place up the street which I love, but for which no one else in my family seems to share my enthusiasm. And, then I watched a silly romantic comedy on HBO On Demand and painted my nails an outrageous mint green color (Mint Candy Apple from Essie) because it seemed like the thing to do while you watched a silly romantic comedy by yourself on a Saturday night.
And then, well, I went to bed.
I woke up on Sunday morning seriously anxious for my hubby and kids to come home. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed my day in my parallel kid-less universe, but – at the end of the day – it was mildly lonely and not nearly as rewarding as those crazy Saturdays spent running around to gymnastics and Tae Kwon Do and piano lessons. Seriously.