I spent my entire weekend alone, and I cannot tell you the last time I did that. Such an auspicious occasion seems like it deserves exotic plans and special activities, but the reality is that I pretty much 1) unplugged (even though I had a ton of work to do) and 2) did a lot of nothing, albeit much of that nothing involved GOING OUTSIDE, which is something I am not generally good at while on a schedule.
Otto is away at this little conference you may possibly have heard of before. The day after he left, Chickadee left on the Big Band Trip (and OH THE DRAMA leading up to that one, hooboy, I just about kicked her out of the car bodily when it was time for her to go). And then the following day, Monkey left on a trip with his dad.
And then it was just me and the dog. I have to tell you, Licorice is pretty much the perfect companion for me, because whatever I want to do, she thinks it’s a superawesometastical idea. Like, not just “oh, okay” but more like “OMG THAT IS THE BEST IDEA EVER!” And that is why dogs are awesome.
So… sit on the couch and watch TV? OH GOOD IDEA YAY THE COUCH I LOVE THE COUCH PET ME PET ME AWWWW YEAH! Go for a walk? ZOMG A WALK A WALK I LOVE WALKS I SMELL SQUIRRELS A WALK A WALK OHBOY A WALK! Play fetch? I LOVE THIS BALL THIS BALL MYBALLMYBALL I GET IT YAY MY BALL! Etc. She’s an extremely agreeable minion, is my point. I’m sure the fact that I share my popcorn with her has nothing to do with it.
Of course, I pretty much forgot about the time change, and then even once I dutifully changed all the clocks, I somehow managed to completely space out about the family room clock being unreachable and therefore, still an hour behind. So then I stayed up an hour later than I meant to, last night, which made getting up this morning super fun. Ahem.
I took this opportunity to go to the grocery store and buy lots of fruits and vegetables, and have been enjoying barely cooking coupled with no one whining at me that they are hungry or they don’t want THAT for dinner. (THAT can be just about anything. Also, the proper response to “I don’t want THAT for dinner!” is “That’s fine, what did YOU make for dinner?”) It’s possible that I was partly swayed by the impending warmer weather and the fact that I stepped on the scale and went OH DEAR LORD WHAT HAVE I DONE? (Answer: What I have done is curl up this very stressful fall/winter and eaten everything that wasn’t nailed down.) Regardless, yay for fruits and veggies and maybe being able to squeeze into a swimsuit by the time Georgia heats up to its regular summer temperature of Holy Hell It’s Really Hot.
It’s all been quite idyllic, except that the phone keeps ringing. Monkey had to let me know they landed okay, which was fine. But Otto and Chickadee keep calling and I keep telling them they don’t have to, but I dunno, they like me or something. Well, Otto likes me. Otto likes me so much that he called and woke me up late last night and was completely unfazed by me snarling at him that I was sleeping. Heh.
Chickadee, on the other hand, was told she should feel free to call me ONCE over the weekend, but has called every day to whine about something. (Awwwww, she misses her mommy!) Like, I am supposed to be willing to send her off to nerd camp for three weeks this summer after she goes and burns herself to a crisp on the very first day of her trip because she “forgot to wear her hat” and “couldn’t find any sunscreen.” Uh huh. (Pro tip: Self-care with 13-year-olds is mostly limited to making sure their hair looks good. Just letting those of you with smaller kids know.) And then as an added bonus, today she butt-dialed me three times in a row, and after I screamed into the phone trying to get her attention each time (failing to do so), I finally managed to call her back and SHE got mad at ME. Because clearly that was my fault.
Today I’ll work and run some errands and the late tonight I’ll pick up Chickadee and bring her home and tuck her into bed and hope she doesn’t get up until Wednesday. And then Otto will be back and eventually Monkey will be back, and the chaos can resume.
I like the chaos, too—don’t get me wrong—but these few days of relative peace were really nice.