It’s Raining, It’s Pouring, I Should Be in Bed, Snoring
A series of obnoxiously loud thunderstorms made their way through the area last night, shaking the house and lighting up our bedroom with every bolt of lightning. In addition, Hugh is suffering from a head cold. So, between his snoring and flailing about, the storm front moving through and the sudden appearance of the Man-Cub at my bedside at around three o’clock; I had a rather restless night. As you can imagine, I am exhausted.
At least the storms had the good grace to wait until after our tea party to make their appearance. The Girl and I were quite looking forward to the party and it would have been a shame to have to move it into the house rather than hosting on the porch, as originally planned. As it was, we had a lovely time. I spent the better part of the morning in the kitchen; baking a cinnamon-streusel coffee cake, individual strawberry shortcakes and lemon bars as well as assembling pin-wheel appetizers and a hefty meat and cheese tray. It seemed like a lot of food at the time but I am pleased to report, the girls went through it quite rapidly.
Of course, Darren and the Man-Cub helped. Every once in a while, they would tear themselves away from their game of Monster Truck Mud Bog, storm the porch and raid the tea table while the girls shrieked at them about not putting their grubby little paws all over the shortcakes. Which, in the girls' defense-they were grimy; we are talking mega-level filth, here. Of course, in the boys' defense-shortcakes. I mean, really, who could blame them?
Actually, I’m not sure who enjoyed the party more; the girls and their dolls, the boys (and their grubby little paws), or Jana and I. And, really does it matter? I think not.
While the tea party was the highlight of the weekend, it is certainly worth mentioning that I also managed to get in a bit of relaxation. There may have been wine. Possibly, an entire bottle.
It was good. Not quite good enough to make up for the sleep deprivation caused by spending the night sandwiched between snoring and nocturnal kung-fu fighting, mind you but, good.
God, I’m tired. Have I mentioned how tired I am?
Have I mentioned that it is still raining?
And, you know; that I should be in bed?
Also, that I am whiney? Of course not; that part hardly bears mentioning at all.
Since you know that about me already.