A recap:
Friday to Sunday were spent away from home, at the in-laws. This means that the entire house was left in disarray because I cannot pack like a normal person. Instead of packing and folding and putting away and picking up and changing sheets so we could all come home to clean beds, I threw as much as I could into suitcases and totes bags, and then pulled stuff out and threw that on the
Sunday was party day! Yay! There was family drama (of course) the morning of which led to me sobbing silently in the bathroom on my child's second birthday but then I pulled it together and put some eyeliner on because it's what I do. But it set the tone for the rest of the day. Me: 1, Week: 1
The party was great. Lots of family came, the food was great, the Girl got one heck of a loot and some even some green for her piggy bank. Me: 2, Week: 1
The party was great. Lots of family came, we talked to everyone and by the time we had FINALLY loaded up the van and were ready to go, I thought I was going to die from exhaustion. I have no idea how I drove 2 hours home. Me: 2, Week: 2
And then she threw up in the van on the way home. Spinach dip. Wasn't even digested. Me: 2, Week: 3
Daylight Savings Time happened. Me: 2, Week: 4
Started in the 2 year old room at daycare. There were tears. Me: 2, Week: 5
(Do you see how the week just fucking attacked me all at once? But hang on, it gets worse.)
Tuesday was particularly crazy. MrShoe had a double filling appointment at the dentist at the ungodly hour of 7:50 am (sidenote: I swear he does shit like on purpose, so he doesn't have to help with the mad dash to get out the door in the mornings). But I also had an appointment at 8:40...for a double crown. So at 8am, I am doing the "bye, everybody!" song and dance with the girl and then I notice that the dog has vomited. On the floor. In her crate. I wanted to die. Me: 2, Week: 6
Change the crate in record time and walk out the door at 8:05. Make it to dentist at 8:41 which is totes early for someone who is habitually 10 minutes late. Me: 3, Week: 6
Never, ever, ever do a double crown without being fucking sedated. Me: 3, Week: one million (or 7)
Take 4 hour nap and have hot sex dreams (which is the most action I've seen in WEEKS). Me: 4, Week: 7
Back to work on Wednesday but had awesome lunch with a friend and skipped class so I could sweep my floors and have dinner with my girl group so I'll take that one. Me: 5, Week: 7
But then I unknowingly stuck my finger in a poop diaper. Me: 5, Week: 8
Thursday almost killed me but in a "I'm not taking your shit anymore, Week" kind of way. I had a meeting across town at 3 which of course resulted in me catching rush hour traffic but I used that time to 1) go to the bank, 2) do a 2 week menu, & 3) make a grocery list. No worries; all of the above was done ONLY at red lights. Then I scooped up the girl and went on a massive shopping trip where I saved $25 with my fuelperks and that included tequila. Me: 6, Week: 8
But then I got home at 7:30 and my kid hadn't eaten and there were dishes and OHMYGOD what is stuck to the bottom of the drawer in my fridge?!?! Me: 6, Week: 9
We're planning a beach vacation with the in-laws (if they'd ever call me back at least). Me: 7, Week: 9
And I stayed up late prepping all that food I bought and planning out my week's meals. Me: 8, Week 9
But I stayed up so late that I couldn't fall asleep until 2am and my husband leaves at 6:30am these days so basically I'm a zombie today. Me: 7, Week: 10
So the week definitely won but I guess I put up a pretty good fight. Regardless, I'm glad it's Friday. I tried a recipe for Grapefruit margaritas a week ago and I am HOOKED. So while my muffins were baking last night (for this week's breakfast) and my fish was defrosting (for tonight's dinner) I juiced the shit out of some grapefruits and made a whole pitcher of them for this afternoon since it's Margarita Friday.
Happy Friday, y'all!
Original grapefruit margarita recipe.
The one I use.
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