The Weekend of a Single Mom

Well, my weekend went just about how I expected it to.  Friday night, I went out with some friends to celebrate Mark’s birthday.  It wasn’t near as much fun as I thought it would be.  I mean, I didn’t have a bad time, but it wasn’t really all that exciting either.  I did however make him a kick ass birthday present.

A long, long time ago, Mark invented a drink.  It’s half Wild Turkey and half Hot Damn.  He named it Turkey Piss.  For years, whenever he bought us girls shots, he often got Turkey Piss.  We all thought we would die and it was always at a heightened level of drunkenness before we’d comply and take his shot.  It didn’t taste awful but it packed a punch.  A few years ago, this new drink, Fireball, was introduced to the market.  Florida Georgia Line and a couple other country artists speak of it specifically in a few of their lyrics.  It is wildly popular now.  But,  Fireball is Turkey Piss.  It’s the same thing (although the Turkey Piss is much stronger).  Mark hates it that people now order Fireball since he was the original mastermind behind this drink.  So for his birthday, I thought he should have a commemorative bottle of the original. 

 

I got home at a respectable hour on Friday night (or Saturday morning).  I slept well  and was up by 8am, made breakfast and took a nap.  By 11am, my legs were cramping up ridiculously and I was one spasm away from requesting muscle relaxers from my doctor.  I fought through the pain and started downing a bunch of water.  It seemed to help some, but I had a total of five muscle spasms that day.  I decided I really was going to make it a lazy day.  I spent a good couple hours on the couch watching Gilmore Girls.

Alex had a soccer game at 3 that afternoon.  He lost.  They played a few teammates short and really held their own.  But in the end, they just didn’t have the stamina to be victorious.  I decided some retail therapy was in order after his game.  It was a pretty afternoon and I didn’t mind making the extra drive out to Chesterfield to visit my favorite thrift store.  I bought three pairs of jeans, four shirts and five books for about $60.  After my shopping spree, I picked up some pumpkin scented candles and wine.  Then went to the grocery store for a  steak and baked potato.

As much as I would have liked to have a date to take me out to share a bottle of wine over a steak dinner, I was quite happy with my own little date night alone.  I lite candles and  placed them all around the house. I took a long hot bubble bath; listening to music and reading a book.  I enjoyed my delicious meal while binge watching Netflix.  I also drank an entire bottle of wine.  So by the time I was ready to turn off Gilmore Girls and watch a movie, I was already falling asleep. 
 

Sunday morning, I got up early, cleaned the house and started some laundry.  I picked the kids up for Church and learned their dad had not been with them the majority of the weekend.  But more or that another day.  After mass, I cooked up some steak and eggs and washed it down with a beer. 

 

My sister had sent over the 3T fall clothes for Layla, so I cleaned out her dresser and reloaded it with an entirely new wardrobe.  Eva is in desparate need for a wardrobe overhaul as well, but I ran out of time.  Before I knew it, I was headed off to my concession shift.  The concession shift went by fast and because there were enough workers, I got to watch all of Eva’s game.  She won.

I finished up the weekend with a trip to the grocery store.  Note to self…do not grovery shop on a Sunday evening.  The shelves were picked over and there were many items on my list that I wasn’t able to get.  Since the kids are back with Chris on Wednesday and Thursday night and we are out of town on Saturday, I think I should be able to make do with what I was able to get.   I got the groceries put away and finished up the laundry just as the kids were getting home….fifteen minutes early.  Not that I am complaining, I’d prefer for them to be with me at all times. But after sending Grace and Alex to friends' houses and Eva and Layla to his mom's house all weeknd, he really brought them home early!?!  It doesn’t make sense, but nothing he does ever makes sense.

We finished off our weekend with a home cooked meal, a Halloween movie and, of course, more Gilmore Girls.