I just don’t ever want my weekends to end, that’s my problem. I mean, clearly, this is not a unique issue. My Friday of last week I missed my kid something fierce, I want to to roll in a pit of Gabes. I missed my husband, I missed weekend mornings of not having to BE anywhere. And then it comes and then it goes and here we are on Monday all over again. Harrumph!!
This weekend I did a bit of self care – a massage and reiki on Saturday morning while the boys went to a park (and Kamel took a tumble while pushing the stroller and twisted his ankle!) and then later we went to a park on the coast of Lake Washington and threw many, many rocks into the water. We also watched How To Train Your Dragon – for the FIRST TIME. Such a great kid’s movie, how had I not seen this one yet? On Sunday we got up and went to the fair even though Gabe was verging on a fever (parenting fail). I ate 2 scones (famous! fair! scones!) and half a corn dog. Kamel had freshly spun cotton candy, scones and a corn dog. Related: how did the fair become mostly about food? When I was a kid it was like 10% food and 90% rides. Now I look at the rides and say out loud: Nope nope, all the nopes. Because I am…. 102? And motion sick just looking at them? I am more thrilled by the giant pumpkins. Sigh. We say many goats and Llamas and chickens and bunnies. Gabe was surprised by each and every one of them every single time. I got my face painted for Seahawk’s Game Day and we took photo booth photos and then came home and dealt with SOMEONE’S 101 degree fever. All while watching the Seahawks lose to San Diego. I MEAN, SAN DIEGO? I KNOW.
There were many snuggles, many bananas thrown onto the kitchen floor, many living room wrestling matches. And I just… don’t… want it to end. Work is dumb, hanging out at home is way better. Oh being a grownup and needing to pay bills and eat. Why are you so lame? I guess we’ll always have photos.