Jan 19, 2009

Weekend Recap: Don't Get Your Hopes Up.

Let me start by apologizing. Cuz my weekend recap is less than stellar. Seriously less than stellar.

In fact, my weekend makes my Friday look like a toga party. And I think we all know how sad my Friday post was. Of course, now that I think about it, a toga party doesn't sound all that fun unless you look good in a sheet. Which I do.

Friday night was exciting. We conned (and by "conned" I mean we "tricked" Brandon into staying with our kids while we escaped all by our lonesome adult selves. And by "escaped" I mean we went to Target.) Oh wait, don't leave...it only goes downhill from here.

I spent the better part of the day on Saturday trying to convince my beautician (and yes, I still use the word "beautician" and I still say "beauty shop"; I know you're laughing) to just bleach my head all over and get it over with. Ever since I went red I have been getting the thumbs down from people. And I mean that quite literally. My pastor, whom I love dearly but I will be wrapping his house very soon, literally looked at me and said, "I didn't know you with your hair that color." When I asked him what he thought he stuck out his tongue and gave it two thumbs down. Here's hoping my tithe gets lost in the mail.

Anyhoo...actually it's my mom who should be offended since when she saw me over Christmas her exact words were, "Oh Lord. You look like...me."

She refused to bleach my hair siteing the need to shave it afterward since it was hanging on by a very fried strand as it was. So she added some "highlights." Let me just go on record as saying that I am not a big fan of the "highlight." I am an all or nothing kind of girl. Don't give me blond highlights. Bleach me. Don't give me red highlights. Give me the Lucy. See? I learned this from reading Dolly Parton's autobiography...three times.

Saturday night involved some kind of casserole and a really depressing movie.

So that was a great day.

And then Sunday afternoon I did the unthinkable by sending dad and his two screaming kiddos out the door and from under my feet so I could stay home alone and - CLEAN HOUSE! Does that tell you how badly my house needed cleaning? And God forbid, that I try to do it when they are all home! I mean, why would I want to do that? There's cereal to make, and cereal to clean up. Sippy cups to pour, and sippy cups to wipe up. There's laundry to fold and laundry to fold and laundry to fold.

And yeah, that about covers my Sunday. There was the moment where I found the AG staring blankly at the NFL playoff games repeating, "That should be us, that should be us" over and over again. But I didn't say anything to him. After all, he overheard me tell Remi...

"I have waited six long hours to tell you this: It's time for you to go to bed. And I've never been happier about anything in my life,"...

and he let it slide. So I gave him the same courtesy.

Here's hoping yours was better than mine.


Rhonda said...

I am so with you on the bedtime comment!! If it's after bedtime and my kids are still picking on me, I just say,

"I'm no longer your mother. I'm Rhonda. And I don't answer you when you call me that, so you're out of luck. Good night. Don't come out again. And for the love of God, quit eating. It's after 10:00, for crying out loud!"

That's my life with teenagers. Sigh.

Finding Normal said...

It wasn't. I am with you on the bedtime. And how is it that the hours they're asleep pass so quickly? It's already Monday morning, and the 4 year old has managed to turn the TV on and put it on some type of racing. Where is Regis? Kelly? I used to be friends with them! And he's yelling at me to play cars with him. As if watching them and saying, "Come on baby! Baby! You can do it!" isn't enough. Him, not me.

Lynda said...

OMG...bedtime is the BEST time.

Desha said...

I am just anxiout to watch a movie that doesn't have some type of train or princess, or animated cartoon! When does that happen?

Amy said...

It was worse, I think. Fun times.

Melissa said...

I'm just gonna say one thing.....We are sooo the same person.

Lisa@BlessedwithGrace said...

OH yeah. That sounds like us.

Amy said...

Wow! I thought my weekend was sad...but...you win!

Can't wait to see the new "blonde" you!


This Little Hen said...

Wow, had it not been for my birthday party friday night I would say we had an identical weekend, except instead of cleaning the house, I painted a room.