This was a long freaking weekend (and yes, I'm including Monday). And an expensive one.
Friday night. Loving Husband is off on a work-related shindig and won't be home until late that night. So the two Precious Little Tax Deductions and I go out to eat at their favorite restaurant. (Hint: It begins with an F, ends in an RIENDLY'S, and serves ice-cream.) While waiting on the obscenely long line, Tax Deduction the Elder sees one of his school friends. Said friend is their with his mom, and they came in after us. So I invite them to join us, and the mom agrees. More than a half hour later, we're at a table. (Remember, the kids in this scenario are aged 6, 5, and 3. And it's now past 6:30, and we just sat down at a table.) TDTE and his younger brother, along with the friend, proceed to...well, be young boys confined in a small booth. To make a LONG story short, we don't place an order until 7, and we don't leave until after 8. Can you say "MELTDOWN"? And no, I don't mean me. Although I drank heavily once my previous cargo was in bed for the night. I have since banned Loving Husband from going out without me. Ever.
Saturday. Loving Husband and TDTE had been in a car accident (they're both fine), which wound up totaling the Saturn. Wah! So...we bought a new car. Honda Accord. Took it for a test drive, while TDTE and Tax Deduction the Younger and Loving Husband were inside the dealer's, wreaking havoc. Wow -- a car that actually stops on a dime. I think I scared the dealer, who took the drive with me. Or maybe his skin is naturally that pale. All that's left is figuring out the expense. Um...crap, HOW MUCH is this thing? Sigh.
Saturday night. LH and I go out on a muchly needed date. Right, sans kids. Got a babysitter and everything! Went to a terrific new place that's owned by one of LH's work friends. FABULOUS time. Got drunk. Added to the fabulousness.
Saturday late, late, late night. Kids both wet their beds. Guess who changes the bedding and the PJs?
Sunday morning. Hangover central. And we got a phone call from LH's friend, saying she had my cell phone. CRAP. I must have been REALLY drunk to not notice that I'd lost my precious lifeline to pretty much everything not on the Internet. And...the dishwasher dies. Kaput. LH researches machines via Consumer Reports; we all go to Sears. Pick one out. Place the order.
Sunday evening. Holy God, we just spent HOW MUCH MONEY THIS WEEKEND??? Console myself by watching Desperate Housewives (and giggling like a girly girl at the way they mask Marcia Cross's pregnancy) and recording The Dresden Files and Battlestar Galactica.
Monday. TDTY has a hacking cough that would wake the dead. I take the day off of work and take him to the doctor. The boy's fine; he sounds like Evil Death, but he's, apparently, healthy. Doc says he can go to preschool. TDTY suddenly has overwhelming fear of going to school and begs to stay home. Fine, fine...but then he runs errands with me, including going BACK to Honda to actually purchase the car. Silly me, I thought it would take ten minutes. Forty minutes later, the boy and I are on our way home, and LH goes back to work in his new wheels.
Monday afternoon. No, the boy didn't nap long. Why do you ask?
Monday evening. Huge freaking fiasco when I tried to get Chinese food for dinner, including me making the discovery that my bank card expired IN OCTOBER and I never noticed. LH wound up getting the food, after going to the back because this particular restaurant takes cash only, and I had over-ordered (no, I hadn't eaten anything all day except a slice of pizza at noon, sue me). So we eat like 30 minutes late, TDTY doesn't touch his food, the food pretty much sucks, and TDTE is complaining because he's not allowed to have dessert, because he chased his little brother around the playroom and hit him with a toy.
Monday night. No, I don't get to watch BSG or TDF. Don't ask.
Tuesday morning. Thinking about having a slice of pizza for breakfast. Glances at clock. Make that brunch. But that would probably set evil things into motion again. Sigh.
But some good news: My editor told me we're going back on press for a second print run of Hell's Belles. Woot!
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*big hugs*
With you on the weekend and the small ones home on a Monday. What is it with them not wanting to NAP? Hell, I wanted a nap. *pouts*
Thanks, Stacia. I know -- they just don't like napping. Why is it that around the time they stop napping is the time when I really need to be starting?
Youch, what a weekend...and i really sympathize with the no-nap and the restaurant meltdown problems.
Think of the car payment as inspiration to write and sell more books :) Speaking of books, I did buy the last copy in the store at B&N in Mission Viejo. Now my wife is reading it and you got a 'two-thumbs-up' from her and she is only on chapter 3.
I just recently replaced the dishwasher in my kitchen. Those things are darn expensive! I had to think twice about the cost vs hand washing... but sloth won over greed that day.
One reason we don't go out to dinner more often is just because we do not want to deal with the meltdowns. TDTE is usually good, but TDTY is a real brat and can set off TDTE quite easily. Much easier to just stay at home and cook the food myself... not to mention cheaper.
*listens to sounds of oppressive mortgage laughing at me*
Hehee....I just like the idea of a drink really helping the quality of the evening...
I should buy more bottles of wine.
*sighs*
congrats on the second printing- Tristian E.
awww Jack! Is there a such thing as a blog hug? Well, i'm sending you one. Yay on the 2nd printing - i'm so totally NOT surprised.
Yikes on the weekend, but YAY on the second printing!!!!
...and the second printing is only part of the good news. *wink*
Congrats on the second print.
"Guess who changes the bedding and the PJs?" Ouch!
Sheesh! I'm still practicing for the whole "cabin boy" gig, hon! I do my share! Really! Maybe if you hadn't kept me up so late that night doing some, ahem, research for the next book, maybe I would have woken up and changed 'em....
Yeah, I know, blah, blah, blah. Somehow it's all my mother-in-law's fault anyway. ;-)
Jackie - your loving husband CRACKS me UP!! Cabin boy. heh.
Book research. Double Heh. i'm going to go off an snicker in solitude now.
My God, this sounds like my life only I have four Tax Deductions.
Congrats on the second printing.
get thee to Anya Bast's blog and check out the devil duck, Jack! Iz sooo hellaciously cool!
don't you hate when everything goes to hell in a handbasket?
Hugs on the weekend.
Congrats on the 2nd print run, though! That is AWESOME ROCKIN news, woman!
So sorry about your weekend, Jackie, but can I just say SQEEEEE for the second printing?!!! That's fabulous and so well deserved.
Rock on!!
Shannon
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