Saturday, April 9, 2011

Hubbyless Weekend

I really want to post another music video, but I'm forcing myself NOT to, lest I begin looking like some crazy, obsessed wanna-be music-video virtuoso.  So instead I'll talk about stuff.

Clint has been in San Francisco for a karate tournament, so I've been doing the single-mom thing for the last three days.  I don't mind at all.  It's fun having alone time with the kids, although I would never want to do this full-time.  Before he left, Clint stocked our freezer with TV dinners, which was very thoughtful given that I'm a hopeless cook.  But he also stocked up on eggs, knowing that I love making French toast and fried eggs on weekends since that's the one meal I can conquer with confidence.  Last night, the kids and I had our own little movie night, complete with fresh popcorn.  I didn't know how to run our popcorn machine since Clint always does it, but luckily Trin is an expert.  After movie night, the kids went to bed, and I stayed up playing "Just Dance."  I must have done around fifteen songs.  I let all three dogs in the house, and Moses kept plopping all 150lbs of his intrusive furry monstrous body on my feet while I was trying to dance, not to mention getting right up in my face.  I was laughing because the game still kept giving me "okays" on half of the moves, even though I was ferociously waving at the dog and trying to drag him out of my way instead of doing the proper movements.  It's obviously very lenient.  After all that, I collapsed on the couch with a bowl of Frosted Flakes and read "Lightning" by Dean Koontz until bedtime.

Clint doesn't return until tomorrow night, but I'm sure I'll barely notice his absence tonight since I'm refereeing Trin's birthday party.  She has her six "closest" girlfriends coming over for a spa-themed slumber party, and they will be doing manicures, pedicures, and facial masks.  I've never once been to a real spa or have had anything close to a face mask applied to my face, so the fact that females consider this "fun" is a little beyond my comprehension.  Nonetheless, we got the ingredients for the girls to make "banana bread face masks" and "pink peppermint foot glow," so Trin is all sorts of excited.  Teri is bringing over a bunch of finger foods and an adorable birthday cake featuring a hippo in a spa full of bubbles.  She also put together these amazing gift baskets full of hand-made soaps and such.  I'm so grateful to have her help, especially since my idea of a slumber party is simply movies and pizza.

This week was exhausting for the first half, and got a little easier through the latter-half.  My club finished our fundraiser and wound up giving out 1,688 heart links.  That's more than the amount of students we actually have at our school.  On Thursday night, Becky and I, along with our kids, went out to La Casita.  It was such a nice dinner!  The kids were so well-behaved, and Becky and I had a great time talking with each other.  When we left, Becky gave me a huge hug and said the sweetest words to me that I don't even want to cheapen by repeating--oh, I have to go for a sec--

Okay, a "sec" wound up being almost twelve hours.  I wrote all of the above this morning, and it's now almost 11:00 at night.  It feels so good to sit down and relax!  I currently have eight kids in my house, and I pretty much feel like whipped jello.  I just took a nice hot shower and got the girls settled down with Confessions of a Shopaholic in Trin's room, so I finally have a little alone time.  I'm going to go now though because I don't feel like spending my down-time chained to the computer.  I'd rather eat some pepperoni and read more Lightening.


  1. Ooh, a husband free weekend would be nice. The only time Matt ever went away for the weekend, I stayed up all night listening to music and playing Tiger Woods PGA on PlayStation. I had a really good time!

    Of course, these days, I hate to be home alone... I get freaked out and think someone's going to break in and kill me or something. I guess that makes me sound neurotic and pathetic, but it's the truth anyway. Every bump and I'm freaked. Matt was working overnight for a while there, and I couldn't sleep with him out of the house, at all. So, I stayed up all night and only slept when he was home during the day.

    Anyway, I hope your little girls birthday party went well. I don't know how I'd deal with all those little girls in my house. LOL.

  2. I used to be paranoid being alone at night too, but I discovered these last four days that I no longer have any fear of being alone. I think two years of Clint working graveyards has cured me of that! Well, that, plus occasional outings to the gun range. Now if I hear a noise, I'm storming through the house, ready to kick some ass. ;-)

    The slumber party was very fun but completely crazy--you would have been pulling your hair out. I was almost there, lol.

  3. I hope someday I'll be less afraid, but Matt doesn't work nights anymore, so there's no thing to keep me from it. I even went through a phase where I couldn't sleep if he wasn't awake, which I think comes from the fact that he's been a major insomniac for the entirety of our relationship, so he was always awake when I was sleeping. I think I've kicked that part of it, but I think the fear of being home alone at night is actually getting worse. He ran to the store to get gas and cigarettes after I went to bed one night and the second the door closed, my eyes flew open, from a dead sleep, and I couldn't go back to sleep until he came home.


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