not letting anyone turn my cartwheels into hands
Oh Monday morning, you dirty hooker you.
This weekend was so relaxing. On Friday Tabitha and Jeremiah came and stayed. I got my “Hi I love you Auntie” and a quick hug before he was off and playing with Shea. Alyx got home from her black belt class, dropped her bags and was upstairs as soon as she heard his voice.
The sound of the kids playing is always my favorite. My second favorite sound is of hearing Marina and Kara arguing over something. I think I had both this weekend.
On Saturday morning we headed out for the hike. (which can be read about on hiking with the ex)
When we got home the amount of relaxing was equal to the amount of work we had done that morning, which was A LOT.
Sunday was my favorite because Tabitha took the girls swimming and shopping and Marina and I got to lay on the couches and watch movies. For as long as I have known her, Marina has a movie watching ritual. The first part of the movie she gets comfortable, tucks her feet in and pays attention…for about 5 minutes. The phone will come out and she will check for texts or missed calls and she will miss an important detail of the movie. After ten minutes she is pulled back into the movie. The phone slips into the couch cushions and the blanket creeps further up to her neck. She will laugh at the right places, jump in others…and then about 45 minutes, she’s OUT. 90% of the time she will wake up with 5 minutes left in the movie.
This weekend she made it through the first movie. It was one we had already seen. The second movie we both passed out. Blankets covering our heads to block out the sound of the pounding rain.
In the late, late afternoon I had finally finished all my laundry. Ashley made a surprise trip to make Shea happy. Both girls talked her into driving them to Taco Bell and as we talked I cleaned out my garage so I could move Kara’s car in.
All in all it was a great weekend. I finally took care of all the big things that had been bugging me. My mountain of laundry and my garage looking like Christmas and camping had hurled in it.
I got two nights of Jeremiah asking if he could sleep with auntie awesome and waking up to him telling me how much he loved me. The first night we talked about everything, but the second night he came up and said, “I’m grumpy! it’s just because i’m tired.” He grabbed a pillow and cuddled in. “I’m sorry. I’m tired.” and fell right to sleep. My little man is getting so big and I’m not ready for him to be be FIVE YEARS old in 3 days.