Remember When Three-Day Weekends Were Meant For Play?
I may not have gotten a lot of playing in this weekend but I certainly was productive on the home front. In no particular order I:
-Planted another row of lettuce and another row of radishes in my garden.
-Fertilized and weeded said garden.
-Chased ninety-five pounds of shedding, slobbering, tomato-loving mutt out of aforementioned garden.
-Purchased and planted $53 worth of perennials in window boxes for the front porch.
-Watched my husband install said window boxes on the porch rails.
-Cleaned the Man-Cub’s bedroom from stem to stern. It was atrocious. I have mostly blocked out the trauma, however, thanks in no small part to Little Penguin Merlot. God bless Little Penguin and the proud Australians who produce it.
-Cleaned the rest of my house, although not nearly as thoroughly as I cleaned the Cub’s room.
-Shopped for essentials at Sam’s Club, where I followed helplessly as the Cub blazed a trail from sample station to sample station, picking up his discarded sample cups along the way.
-Chauffeured The Girl to three separate sleep-overs.
-Hit Old Navy during a great sale, where I purchased shorts, linen shirts and new polos for Hugh for our trip to Barbados as well as new shorts for the Cub whom I literally watched grow two inches in the past month. Seriously, he reminds me of the Growing Up Skipper doll that I had as a child; you twisted her arm and she grew an inch taller. Ok, she also grew boobs which the Cub does not so, yeah, maybe that was a bad analogy. I’ll save that one for The Girl who is also growing at an astounding rate (and who does have boobs whether her father chooses to accept it, or not).
-Broke my thirty-six day exercise streak by taking yesterday off from a traditional workout. On the other hand, I swept the front porch for over an hour, gardened, and walked at least five miles doing errands throughout the course of the day; in hindsight, I don’t think I missed much exercise after all.
-Hugh and I took the kids to see the new Narnia movie. Jana and company joined us and we made plans for a campfire cook-out tonight. I am responsible for beer brats and my famous baked beans. The beans, mixed with my super-secret special ingredients simmer in the oven all day long, which, come to think of it, means I should probably shake my ass down to the kitchen and get started.
Also on tap for today, I am going in to the hardware store to pick up the payroll checkbook and the deposits from the weekend; I figure I can get all of tomorrow’s work done today, in my own time and at my own pace, then, tomorrow will be an easy day for me.
I like easy days.
I really like easy three-day weekends but, as you can see; this was not one of those weekends.