Come Monday

Nothing like a tiring weekend to make you look forward to a Monday. The fun started on Friday when I went to a writer’s conference and hung out with writers talking about writing. It. Was. Awesome. The only thing that would have made it better was if I had done any actual writing. Oh well, I’ll get around to that sooner or later. I went with my friend Sandy, then she dropped me off at Cracker Barrel where I had the first of MANY Mother’s Day dinners. I was starving and by the time the food got there I DEVOURED it, then went home and lay face down in the bed till morning.

I got up Saturday and started cleaning house because my brother said he might come over with Baby Allison. I figured cleaning the floor was easier then performing the baby Heimlich but I needn’t have bothered because he didn’t even COME. Geesh. It wasn’t a complete waste of time since my friend Kathryn came over for a walk, and Moon had a friend spend the night, but I’d rather used the time to watch TV, or sleep. Or anything else.

Saturday night we went to our favorite restaurant, La Parilla, for my SECOND Mother’s Day dinner. I was starving and by the time the food got there I DEVOURED it, then went home and lay face down in the bed till morning.

Sunday morning was Mother’s Day and it was as awesome as usual. It started with coffee and cards in bed, descended into a rushed and stressful morning trying to get everyone to church, which led to me and JD having an argument DURING WORSHIP. Let’s just say when the worship leader sang, Holy Spirit You are Welcome Here, I pointed at JD’s head. Luckily, somewhere between all the singing and the preaching, I found it in my heart to forgive him because I am holy like that. And I might have been a little bit to blame. It’s all a blur.

After church, we came home and ate, then Moon and I went to an estate sale for my mom. I’d already been to the estate sale on Friday for my mom, but since I still had money in my checking account, she sent me back for the 50% deals. I got her lots of vintage clothes and purses, jewelry, coats and a couple of wigs. Yes, surprisingly enough, the wigs were still there after 3 days. When we got home, Moon insisted that I have a special Mother’s Day dinner, and that JD should cook it. I wasn’t really hungry but I felt like I should eat it to be nice. So I pretended I was starving by the time the food got there and I DEVOURED it, then went to the bedroom and lay face down in the bed till morning.

So your typical weekend.

3 thoughts on “Come Monday

  1. “Gluttony is an emotional escape, a sign something is eating us.”
    -Peter De Vries

  2. Remember Tuesday is weigh-in day. All our lose it friends are being really silent.

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