Rita Goes Girly
You may have noticed that I took a 4-day blogging hiatus or something.
What's that? You didn't notice? Oh. Well, for the sake of my (fragile) ego, let's pretend you were like obsessively checking the computer for blog updates and blowing up my phone and like calling my mom and stuff. K?
Anyway. I wasn't blogging because I was doing ... drum roll please ... GIRLY STUFF. Like putting on makeup and doing my hair and wearing clothes that aren't pajamas and shoes that have heels and spritzing on perfume and shopping and drinking wine out of something that isn't plastic.
What's more? I was doing it with two of my best friends, Denni and Lisa. And WITHOUT my boys.
Yep, Curtis left Thursday night with the boys, and they all went to Missouri to spend time with our extended families for the weekend (sweet gesture from the husband FTW!). Denni and Lisa, meanwhile, drove here from Missouri.
(Um, in case you hadn't noticed, I'm originally from Missouri.)
Friday morning, I totally intended to sleep in, just because I could. Unfortunately, even though I didn't have my boys, I still had my puppy - who woke me at 6:15. And then once I was up, I figured I didn't want to waste any of my precious alone time, so I made like my kids and refused to nap. Instead, to kill some time before my girls arrived, I did one of my favorite things: mowed my yard.
Nope, I'm not being sarcastic - as dorky as it sounds, mowing really is one of my favorite pastimes. (If you're a relatively new reader, check this out for proof.) So I put on my iPod, gassed up the John Deere, and hit the turf. Mid-mow, I had a royal freak-out: OMG! The kids are in there all by themselves! But then I realized, haha, they're not even home. And I had a little extra shimmy in my step for the remainder of the yard.
It's not that I don't love my kids, y'all. And I missed them like crazy. But a chance to have two and a half days without changing diapers, mediating squabbles, discovering mysterious crusty smears on my clothing, or hearing "Mommy, I need/I want/I can't" or any combination thereof every thirty seconds? BLISS. I don't even think I said "no" all weekend, unless it was to the legions of hot guys who were hitting on me all the time.*
*Okay, so that didn't really happen. But whatever.
All in all, I had a wonderful time. I'm still tired, because my refusal to waste time by napping, combined with a late night or two, have caught up with me. Now I have dark undereye circles to add to my crusty Mommy ensemble.
But it was soooo worth it.