Saturday, February 18, 2017

A New Mattress and the Spa

We bought a new mattress last weekend.  It was time, since we'd pushed the "new every eight" guideline to the ten year mark.  We were pretty thrilled about it, and felt very grown up.

We're in our thirties and married with two kids, jobs, and a mortgage, and yet it takes things like buying a mattress to make us feel like adults.

Had it not been for us spending Saturday at the spa at Rock Barn with friends, it would have been the highlight of our weekend.  Y'all I have not been that relaxed in years.  Years. It was just the best day.  A day spent in the hot tub and mineral pool, chocolate covered strawberries, the best dinner ever, and adult conversation.  I only had to cut my own steak, I was able to eat my food while it was still warm, there were no diapers to change, or catastrophes to deal was amazing.  Sometimes as parents (mamas especially), we give and give and give. It was nice to have a day away with no responsibilities.

I was so excited to go to sleep that night because I thought it was going to be the best night of sleep ever, but that was so not the case.  I woke up around three because my legs were hurting so badly.  I couldn't figure out why, and I even went as far as to blame the new mattress before I realized that it was because of moving my legs constantly in the pool.  Not really swimming, just treading water or while sitting on the ledge.  


Wednesday, February 8, 2017

I Get It Now

Now that I'm the parent of a school-age child, I'm seeing my teacher-self in a new light.

Admittedly, in my before-children days, I was a bit confused.  I just couldn't understand why people couldn't remember to send specific items to school with their kids.  I didn't understand the strain of simple projects.  I couldn't figure out why kids came back to school with unfinished homework.  (Not that I ever said any of those things aloud.)


It's teddy bear week in kindergarten, and Aniston just finally took hers today.  It's Wednesday.  And it's a Care Bear. I don't even know if that qualifies as a teddy bear or not (I'm thinking not), but I was so tired of arguing with her about which bear to take to school that I finally said fine and moved on.

Heaven help me.

Today was camo day for our book fair spirit week.  Aniston wore a shirt with pink and white stripes. On the way into school, she asked if that counted as camo.

Sure thing, baby girl.

We do homework every night (it's a non-negotiable), but I would be lying if I said it was peaceful or pleasant.  Before kids, I pictured homework time as a kind of family time. In my mind, our kids would work on homework at the kitchen table while B and I cooked dinner, there would be nice conversation, and everyone would be smiling.

Ha. That's so not the case. Normally there's a lot of bargaining (her), threatening (me), and fussing (both) which all ends up the same way--me telling B he can do homework with her from now on.

Last night we made her Valentine's Day box at the last minute because I realized it was due today.  I wrote her name on the box lid, then went to put Harper to bed, planning to return to the box afterwards.  Aniston came bounding into Harp's room with the lid, announcing that she'd already decorated it herself.  And she had.  With little squiggles and one heart made by a pink Sharpie.  Bless it.  For two seconds, I considered losing my mind.  Then I thought, Really?  It's a Valentine's box. So I didn't bother even trying to fix it, and when she wanted to cover it in random stickers from my classroom before school this morning, I said sure. Why not?  It's a hot mess of a Valentine's box, but I'm sure it will do the job just fine and the world will go on.

I cringe a little when I think that I work with people she comes in contact with on a daily basis.  I just hope they're not judging me too harshly when she shows up with wild hair and a jacked up Valentines box.

Or when she brings a teddy bear three days late.

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Not Like the Burritos

We started out our weekend by going on a field trip to the circus with Aniston on Friday morning. It's a little sad to believe this is the last time after so many years of Barnum and Bailey. (I think I feel that way just because it's so sad when something that has gone on for over a hundred years is suddenly no more.  Not because I'm a fan of the circus in general, because I'm not.  I enjoy it for the first thirty minutes or so, then I'm over it.)

After the circus, we signed Aniston out and headed to South Park because when you're that close to The Cheesecake Factory there's just an unwritten rule that you have to go.  We shopped for a bit, and, thanks to a Buy One Get One for $1 sale, Aniston managed to leave the Disney Store with the entire group of Lion Guard stuffed animals.

Because we needed more stuffed animals.  (Eye roll.)

On Saturday night, B played at Mi Pueblito's.  He normally starts at 9:30 there, but they called on Friday night and changed his start time to 8:00.  8:00 is reasonable (9:30 is no longer reasonable because, 1) I'm old, and 2) we have kids) so I decided to take the girls for a late dinner and listen for awhile.  My parents and Eric and Chelsea met me there.  Aside from the fact that taking Harper out to dinner lately is kind of like wrestling a wild animal and we had to clean a whole little cup of salsa off of her shirt, high chair cover, and out of her hair (sigh), we had a great time.

The best thing that happened this weekend just may have been the iced coffee B picked up at Sam's.   When he brought it home, I'll admit that I was skeptical because he's done this before.  He tries something at Sam's, thinks he likes it, and buys the enormous box or bag or whatever, only to never eat it.  We've had organic gummy bears (?), frozen tilapia (gag), and several other things, but none hold a candle to the burritos.  Right after we were married, he tried some sort of chicken burrito, thought they were convenient and great, and bought them.  He brought them home, tried one, and realized he'd made a mistake.  Not wanting to admit said mistake, the burritos stayed in our freezer...and stayed....and stayed.  Friends, when we moved into our new house two years later, we found those burritos still hanging out in the back of our freezer.

The point of that story is to prove that my skepticism was warranted.

I'm happy to report, though, that the coffee was not like the burritos.  It is SO good. Maybe too good, considering we've gone through nearly 96 ounces in two and a half days.  That's a bit embarrassing, and gives some insight into how much we depend of coffee in this house.

It may be a problem.