-Pampered myself with a facial, complete with neck and shoulder massage, at the day spa in town. Left the place limp as a noodle. Can’t really recall the drive home, such was my blissful state.
-Took the Man-Cub to the Mother/Son dance at his school. Witnessed a second grader doing an adequate imitation of the Michael Jackson crotch-grab/hip thrust movement; still have not recovered.
-Ate a slice of margherita pizza that was to die for.
-Ate the rest of the pizza for good measure (it was a small pizza. Sorta.)
-Got up at the crack of dawn to attend the Man-Cub’s wrestling tournament.
-Got a little teary-eyed when the Cub took first place and, all four kids in his bracket fist-bumped him, patted him of the back and begged their parents to take pictures of them all posing together.
- Got teary-eyed again when one of the Cub’s opponents gave me a hug when I praised him for wrestling so well (we’ve known the kid since he and the Cub started wrestling six years ago; he lives in another town and we only see him at the tournaments and he’s just such a doll and his mom is MIA and always has been and I just adore the kid and can’t credit his dad enough with how well he is raising his son and, there I go again! Tears!)
-Spent the rest of the day supervising Hugh as he went about his Honey Do’s.
-Almost cried again at the sight of our house, free of Christmas lights for the first time since early December.
-Refrained from pointing out that this is practically a new record in timely light-removal but; only because Hugh was also kind enough to put together The Teenager’s new basketball backboard/hoop thingie.
-Also refrained from pointing out that we have had the basketball backboard/hoop thingie since February 23rd.
-Made lasagna as a reward for Hugh’s efforts.
-Actually remembered to set every clock in the house forward an hour.
-Got up earlier than the crack of dawn (thanks Daylight Savings Time, you bastard!) to drive The Teenager and one of her teammates to Neighboring City for volleyball.
-Burnt my tongue on my coffee; blamed Daylights Savings Time (you bastard!)
-Watched the girls play better volleyball than they have played all season; praised their team spirit and wished that the damn matching socks Hugh and I ordered for each of the girls had been delivered in time for the tournament; blamed Daylights Savings Time (you bastard!) although, it probably had nothing to do with the delay.
-Cruised the aisles at Sam’s Club, watching the kids try every available sample before purchasing berry sundaes and driving home.
-Fell into a drooling coma on the couch; blamed Daylights Savings Time (say it with me, you bastard!).
So, that was my weekend in bullet form. Because I am lazy.
Also, I hate Daylight Savings Time. In case you couldn’t tell.