It's Over

The weekend. Bugger. Now I have to go to sleep and when I wake it will be time to go to work. With things to plan and orchestrate and nothing whatsoever to stimulate my creativity.

Fuck.

The weekend was grand. Two of three playdates cancelled, and the third was annoying beyond measure. I had to lie down for a few minutes before preparing to actually go to it. I'll tell you someday about our chatterbox religious neighbor and the pretense we uphold to keep her talking to us heathens so we have someone to peek in on the asshat cats and monitor our mailbox when we go out of town. Point is: AB had fun.

Saturday's run was... amazing. Four mile time was on par even with a week of no running (no excuse - cold/lazy about sums it up) and my muscles screamed with happiness that I was actually using them. I heard them cheering as I picked up the first interval. I told them to shut up as I could not hear Robert encouraging me. Today's run was... less enthusiastic. My muscles did not cheer. In fact my shins bitched for the first five minutes or so. I kicked them. Then I doubled over in pain. Later I realized I had not sufficiently hydrated as I found myself clutching a fire hydrant, sobbing, tongue darting out to catch the salty tears. I barely made it home alive.

As some of you might know this was playoff weekend. Two days of Foosball. Thinking we were going to our friends' house Sunday afternoon/evening and R would miss the foosball I took AB to the mall and dinner on Saturday. Mmmmm Chipotle. I'm turning AB into a chile head. Slowly. Very slowly. She's gotten to where she enjoys it almost as much as I do. She makes her little "sour cream soup" with her cup of sour cream, adding cheese and rice and spooning it into her mouth. Oh my god just typing that makes me want to vomit. She loves it, though. I tell myself she's getting calcium, protein, and lotsa calories from fat. Fiber? Another meal. We're thinking in terms of a week here, mmmkay?

We had a great time. She's in a very agreeable phase and I love taking her fun places and to dinner. This morning my 3.5 year old went over to her computer, booted it up, turned on the monitor, and launched IE. Awesome. She's a damn genius.

I told my friend that and he said, "For God's sake, get that child Firefox." Bwhahahaha! Um, is it funny because he missed the point? Dunno.

So today it's still foosball and our playdate has a stomach bug in the family - cancel. Being the dutiful amazing wonderful perfect wife and partner I am (STFU), I take AB to Monkey Joe's after we all went out to lunch and she rested for an hour. Ugh. So many funny things to recount. I need to wrap this up and get to bed, however.

Have a great week.