Sorry. Too much Survivor. It was a full weekend, and I probably thought of about five blog topics over the past several days, but none of them made it from my head to the keyboard, or even to the scrap paper I carry in my purse for just such an opportunity. So here I sit, devoid of inspiration, wishing I had something clever or insightful to offer you on this groggy Monday morning.
Instead, I’ll give you the Cliffs Notes version of my weekend. Cause I’m sure you’re dying to know what I’ve been up to; I live such a glamorous life.
Let’s see now. Hm. Friday. Does anyone else have trouble remembering what they did three days ago? Oh good, so it’s not just me. I just cheated and looked at my calendar. Is this a sign of early-onset-senility? I certainly hope not. So according to my trusty Mom Agenda I took the girls to Bed Bath & Beyond on Friday to shop for a bridal shower gift. More on that tomorrow for What I Learned This Week. Be getting your posts ready, ‘k? Suffice it to say, it is always better to do one’s shopping alone. Ahem.
On Friday night, I have NO idea what we did. Movingrightalong.
Saturday was the bridal shower for which we went shopping, and I had in my head that it was from 2 to 5 in the afternoon. My husband left the house with D and R around lunchtime, and shortly after that, I left with C. We stopped on the way to the shower to get our nails done, and as we were leaving at 1:45, with just enough time to get to the shower fashionably late, I got a call from my husband.
WHERE ARE YOU?
What do you mean? I’m on my way.
EVERYONE’S WORRIED ABOUT YOU. THEY’RE CALLING, WONDERING WHERE YOU ARE.
Um. I’m on my way. Why are they calling you? It doesn’t start until 2.
IT STARTED AT ONE!
Leave it to me. Fashionably late suddenly turned into UNfashionably late to downright RUDE. UGH. At 2:15, we walked into a room full of ladies seated at round tables, being served their main course. NICE. I wanted to die. Did I mentioned my daughter is one of the flower girls? And the bride-to-be is my nephew’s fiance? Yeah. NICE.
As it turned out, the shower ran until almost 5:00 and I was rather glad I hadn’t arrived any earlier. It was fun, but I was ready to call it a day.
That night, my little family of 5 hunkered down on the couch to watch March Madness where I promptly fell asleep and eventually moved my slumber to my bedroom. I think it was all of 8pm, speaking of early onset senility.
Yesterday was church, and after that we went to a local nursing home where C sang in the little children’s choir for the residents. And here is where I recall one of the fleeting topics for a blog post that was composed only in my mind. Since this is no longer sounding much like a Cliff Notes version of anything, perhaps I’ll leave you hanging and come back to that in a separate post sometime.
Last night Kim and I took our families to a local restaurant that was hosting a fund raiser for our elementary school. With 3 adults and 7 kids and at least 6 trips to the bathroom, it was anything but a relaxing dinner, but it sure was delish. We agreed to hire a babysitter the next time we decided to go out to dinner; it would have been cheaper than feeding our crew and a whole lot more relaxing — for us, anyway, not necessarily for the babysitter.
Today I’m discussing spring hair and makeup trends over on Chic Critique. Be sure to click over and check it out and give me your 2 cents. I, for one, am not particularly impressed with this spring’s trends. I may be sitting this one out.
I have totally done the same thing re: the wrong time for the shower. Sometimes I get something in my head and I’m SO sure of it, then I end up feeling like a dork. Not that you’re a dork or anything! I also occasionally make up names for people, and that us quite embarassing.
Have a great day!
I didn’t even like long, drawn-out showers when I was 22, and in the height of wedding frenzy. There should be a law. 2 1/2 hours is more than enough.
Oh, how I can relate to this!!! Hey…at least you made it to the shower at all! Twice now, I’ve taken my daughter to a birthday party, only to realize we arrived at the time the party ended. Twice. And it was written in my planner correctly. And I had the invitation on the fridge. And I’m only 29. Talk about early onset dementia…
You have no idea how much I could relate to this post!
wow that is a mighty long shower! Im glad to know I am not the only one that can’t remember what I did on Friday.. or for that matter have anything exciting to write about.. I did the cliff notes version of the weekend today too
I did that last year for my nephew’s first birthday. I thought it was at 4:30…it was 3:30. Lots of phone calls and a mad brother later we got there. Oh well.
I did a short version of the weekend too, so much easier when the brain is not in full working order.
Just a couple of weeks ago I completely stood a friend up for lunch. Yes, that’s right. I completely forgot. We had changed to date, and I told her I was free but then forgot to change it in my planner. She called from the restaurant, and I didn’t even get the message until 45 minutes later… bad friend! And she wasn’t even a close friend – more like a friend of my husband’s from high school type of friend. In other words, you’re not alone.