This weekend wasn’t particularly adventurous. There was a lot of running to and fro but within the ordinary there were some highs and lows. Being the generous soul that I am, I am going to share some highlights and lowlights from my weekend with you now.
High: C. slept until 7:45 Saturday morning. He never sleeps that late unless it’s a weekday and at least one of us needs to be in to work early for a meeting.
Low: We took C to get his hair cut on Saturday morning. This is never a fun errand. He considers hair cuts torture on par with being forced to listen to Tik Tok for 48 hours straight. (Ke$sha? You do not feel like P. Diddy. Trust me. On your best day you can’t even approximate P. Diddy). We got through the hair cut with the requisite tears and exclamations of “I don’t want hair cut!” and emerged on the other side with a shiny, yellow balloon (non-helium). C. happily kicked it down the sidewalk on the way to the car until it popped, shocking him into silence. Once he recovered, he sobbed “I bwoke it! I bwoke bloon!” Then he handed me the shreds and wailed “Fix it, Mommy!” while I simultaneously tried to explain certain facts of physics to him and tried not to laugh.
High: I got my hair cut. I got to the salon early and settled in to read my book, secure in the knowledge that no one would come running in asking me to turn on the Wiggles. Ten minutes after my appointment was supposed to start, the guy from the reception desk told me my stylist was running behind so they were going to give me a free deep conditioning treatment. Um, hello? I was happy just to be out of my house alone and a few more minutes to read by myself was fine my me. Throw in some free conditioner? Color me WIN!. Then they knocked 20% off the price of my haircut too. AND my hair looked so good at the end that I was inspired to vlog Saturday night just to show it off.
High: I shipped the Great Guy I Married off to a basketball game and invited a friend and her daughter over for a playdate that involved pizza and wine.
Low: C. woke up at 6:30am on Sunday and I found myself watching the Wiggles before I had coffee. That is what I imagine tripping on acid must be like.
High: Meeting one of C.s daycare buddies and his family at Watkins Regional Park to check out the Old Maryland Farm Sunday morning. This high actually was making up for a low where we’d had scheduling confusion and C.’s friend thought he was going to see C. on Saturday. Apparently his disappointment was pretty extreme. I was happy to be able to make it up to him since I had already laughed at my own kid for crying over a broken balloon and I needed to redeem myself. The Old Maryland Farm is a small affair in a larger park in Prince George’s County. There are ducks, geese, chicken, rabbits, sheep, horses and cows to look at and feed corn to. There are also peacocks that walk around looking really spectacular but screech like I don’t even know what. I would not want one of those as a pet, lemme tell ya. The boys got a kick out of feeding the bunnies and chickens for a while, Then C. noticed the tractor and that was all she wrote. Seriously, what is it about tractors that is so appealing that my son will stand and look at a stationary one for as long as we let him?
Low: Seeing a chicken that may have inspired Kate Gosselin’s spiky hairdo.
High: Watching my boys watch the Masters together.
Yeah, life is pretty damn good, isn’t it?