We were off to a bang with the bashing of the Suburban - but you already know that. This week the Book & Author invitations go out which means that myself and other RAMA volunteers got to stuff and seal all 3,500 of them. The kicker was the night before, just after they closed, I realized the print shop hadn't put our address on the reply envelopes. So myself, Tim, Sippycups & Dr. Daddy got to apply 3,500 labels to said envelopes. In the words of my dear husband, "This is really fatiguing!"
Friday was "tacky day" at the girls' school. Why children who show up on any normal day dressed like this need help dressing for tacky day is beyond me.
But I obliged and helped them assemble these beauts:
When we picked them up after school, Morrigan started taking about our plans for Saturday morning when we were scheduled to go to a Girl Scout bird watching adventure. This has been on the calendar for weeks and was a perfect activity for a weekend when Tim is working all day Saturday and all day Sunday. And then they cancelled it on me Friday. The news was not received well at all. Morrigan promptly stormed off to her room to cry. Eion joined her upstairs and I heard the sounds of scuffling and more crying. I waited to see if it would work itself out but eventually went up to see what the fuss was all about. Turns out Eion had punched his sister and given her a bloody nose. Though his subsequent punishment made her cheer up and forget all about the bird watching.
Needless to say, I was looking forward to getting out of our house. We were scheduled to play poker last night but as the sitter's arrival time came and went, I was feeling a bit nervous. When I called her, she said she had forgotten and then told me how, "The thing is that I am really sick." Now, she didn't sound AT ALL sick and I will bet you 50 million dollars she is working today at the RAC when we go. So I changed into my pjs and put away laundry. Great night.
But this morning I was determined to make the best of the weekend. I was not going to focus on how long and lonely it was shaping up to be. When the kids woke up, I offered to make pancakes. Two out of three refused and started to cry. When I told three that I wasn't going to make pancakes from scratch if only one person was going to eat them, she started to cry. We are off to a bang up start.
Now I know none of this is particularly earth shattering and I am most definitely hormonally challenged which is coloring my world view, but I have to tell you, I don't think relentlessly positive is going to work this weekend.