Fat Tuesday

There has been nothing fat, or phat for that matter, about this Tuesday, except for me. And I am both fat and phat, so yay me.

The day started out with my eye doing that thing it does where it feels like someone is taking a wood burning tool to it. Some sort of stabbing/burning pain. Then I had an early meeting but no one to take Josh to school, so I skipped the meeting and prayed that this wasn't the day where someone got their panties in a bunch and fired all of the slacker meeting-missers. Work went smoothly. I rounded up Lexi and all of her gear, picked Josh up, came home for a few minutes, left to go up to Hill Air Force Base to get a visitor pass before the place closed, came home and started dinner, left to take Brittney to the base for derby workout, came home and finished dinner and fed one child, fought with another child trying to get her to let me check her blood and then trying to get her to eat, took both kids to pick Brittney up, came home and ate dinner. Could this night be any more of a pain in my butt? I asked myself. Why yes, yes it could. My little kids were being so wild, just like they are almost every night, and I was to the end of my rope, just like I am almost every night. The YW came over to give Brittney some cookies and they had "heart attacked" the front door. Very sweet. And about 5 minutes before the doorbell rang, Lexi had been goofing around and sent a glass flying onto the kitchen floor, shattering. I yelled, "SHIT!" Then while I was cleaning up the mess, Josh was trying to ask me about something unrelated to anything and I said in my I've-had-it-for-tonight stern voice, "I'm not going to think about that right now." So, I don't know how long it took them to tape paper hearts on my front door, but if they were out there they were most likely treated to my swearing and grouchy mom voice. Awesome. They didn't give me the stink eye, so hopefully not.

We had a fun birthday party at mom's house Sunday night. I ate too much. We stayed talking until 11:00. It was nice to catch up.

We didn't do a whole lot over the long weekend. Cleaning, errands, Sean worked some at Auto Zone, he did a lube job on the truck, just enough to be productive but enough to still relax a lot.

I am ready for spring. It's almost time for a March party. Gotta start planning it. If it's storming or about to storm, I can handle that. It's the sunny cold days that get me. And the inversion. I need warmth.

Lexi told me today that she doesn't want to go to kindergarten because she heard from a boy in her daycare that goes to kindergarten that it's boring. So she would like to go to grandma's house every day instead of school.

Counting down the weeks until spring break.