Thus Endeth Spring Break
Jana requested the company of my children this weekend; picking them up on Friday morning and whisking them away for a day of bowling and chocolate-shake drinking at a nearby soda fountain. She returned them to us on Saturday night following an exciting day which included digging for worms, holding baby chicks, wading in the creek and eating homemade apple pie until they thought that they might burst.
And she thanks me for letting her take them.
While the kids were away, Hugh and I did all the usual things that a fairly young couple-in-love does when they find themselves childfree for a period of time bomp chicka bomp, bomp; I cleaned the house and organized things for my parent’s visit later this week while Hugh finished our taxes (Finally! Thankyoulordjeebus!) which, ok, bomp chicka bomp bomp, not so much.
Aside from the never ending chore of cleaning my hovel, I also stole away to neighboring city for some shopping. Shopping that didn’t include a surly pre-teen cringing at each clothing purchase and rolling her eyes at every sentence that came out of my mouth. Or, a nine-year old who argues-loudly- the point I make about him not needing one more freaking Webkinz.
And, once again; Jana thanks me for letting her take them.
While shopping, I hit Sam’s Club to replenish my stock of essentials. Essentials in this case being Fuze slenderizing drink, fresh blueberries, Fiber One bars and marinated artichoke hearts in the gallon-sized jar (two of which Hugh went through in the last six weeks, alone, hence the need for replenishment).
Next, I went to Target to pick up a bottle of Bumble & Bumble styling lotion since I got a haircut on Thursday and was in need of something to remind my hair that its job is to flip up all cutesy rather than laying down like an unattractive rug upon my head. We are working on it, my hair and I.
Once I was finished in neighboring city, Hugh and I ventured to the grand opening of a sporting goods store in City Where I Used to Work. The Man-Cub was in need of new baseball cleats, a glove and, um…a new cup for his athletic supporter. Apparently, Penis Jr. has outgrown the pee-wee sized cup and was in need of a youth size. Sniffle, my baby is growing up.
Anywaaay, while we were in the sporting goods, Hugh also decided that the team cannot live for one more minute without a pitching target thingie so, he bought that too. And, since we were there and everything was on sale and we are apparently made out of money; I bought another pair of New Balance trainers (Cute Foot Doctor recommended that brand for the plantar fasciitis, no news yet on whether the extra bone in my foot concurs), a new sports bra and I seriously considered buying a punching bag but Hugh reminded me that the garage isn’t quite ready for that yet so, I demurred.
What we didn’t buy were softball cleats and a glove for The Girl, who will be playing softball this summer and, if you wonder why, please check out paragraph four, sentence two of this document. We did, however, return to the sporting goods on Sunday with The Girl in tow so that she could choose her own, lest you think we favor one child over another.
And, before I forget to mention it; I got to watch Friday night's season premiere of Battlestar Galactica with nothing to come between me and Apollo save for a good glass of Merlot.
It was a very nice weekend.
And, at this point, I realize that I might just have to set up and dedicate a shrine to Jana.
All hail Jana!