This was quite a weekend, as I look back on it. I think it officially began for me Thursday night, when I went to a retirement party for a teacher at my kids’ preschool. It was ladies only, and in the gorgeous backyard of a friend’s house. The day had been hot, but the temperature dropped to perfect for an evening outside. My friend was worried about parking, so she told everyone to get rides or Uber, which turned out to be a good thing, as she had created a special drink for the evening: a punch that was deceptively strong. I think it involved vodka, citrus, and blueberries, and though all I could taste was the citrus and blueberries, the volume was mostly vodka. I had planned to stay until 9:30. I wound up getting a ride home at 11:30 and the next morning was tough. I was on with the little guy for the day, and I had plans to go strawberry picking, but that did not happen. Instead we played outside, watched Dora, and then he went down for a nap around 12:30.
Ah, nap. With an extremely energetic little kid, nap is what makes life doable. I proceeded to make epic use of his Friday nap. I had thought I would need to wake him to pick my daughter up at 3, but then another mom offered to pick her up for a playdate, so I didn’t need to worry about that. I went for a short run on the treadmill, then went in the pool (solo!). I took a nice leisurely shower, made myself a great lunch, then took a 30 minute nap. Upon waking, I read for an hour, finishing Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead. Finally, around 3:45, I woke the 2-year-old up. We played until the evening sitter got here.
I had somewhat planned to work, but the older kids had a variety of crises that needed to be dealt with. So the sitter took over with the 2-year-old and I dealt with the 10-year-old, who was very, very upset that my husband and I were going to a concert that night without him (he had decided he was going to see Boss Baby that evening — but never told anyone about this plan). We worked it out with a nice walk outside, during which he was reminded that he had a lot of other fun stuff coming up over the weekend, and he could do Boss Baby Saturday. Then I went to pick my 5-year-old up at her playdate, and there was an epic meltdown there about a toy that she wanted to borrow, but then no one could find it. The whining continued for quite a while. Eventually, my husband came home, we ate, we took the kids in the pool to blow off some steam, then we took off for Camden around 7:45 p.m.
This was my first time attending a show at the BB&T pavilion, and it was great! I may put more shows there on my future summer fun lists. We had amazing seats (3rd row back) so we had an up-close view of the opening act, Dustin Lynch, and then the main attraction, Brad Paisley. The concert was wonderful. Brad Paisley is such a good showman, and was so solicitous of the audience. He mentioned several times how flattered he was that people were choosing to spend their hard earned money coming to see him. The BB&T place has lawn seating behind the chairs, and Paisley went up to the lawn for a few songs to play for that crowd a bit too. I was surprised how many songs I knew by him. I guess I’ve been listening to country music in the car with my husband when he’s driving more than I realized.
Of course, coming home late a second night in a row made the next morning even more painful. I’d set my alarm for 6:40 to run with Lynda, but then the little guy got up at 4. He yelled and yelled so I brought him into bed with me and told him it was still dark and he couldn’t get up. I suspect he just lay there awake (I fell back asleep) because at 5:20 he was pushing me and telling me it was light out, which was true. I took him downstairs to watch The Adventures of Chuck and Friends, falling asleep during every episode, only to be woken up 8 minutes later to forward through the commercials. Ugh, ugh. Finally I got my coffee, got dressed, and drove to meet Lynda to run along the Schuylkill River Trail. We did 6 miles, and though it started raining, it still felt good. 60 degrees is pretty much perfect for running. Six miles is pretty much the perfect length too. Long enough to feel like you’ve done something, short enough not to hurt.
I guess I can run while sleep-deprived, but the rest of the day dragged. My husband did a lot of the sports runs (karate, baseball). I cleaned the van and made photo books during nap, which ended too early because the 7-year-old had not gotten his baseball outfit out of the room where the toddler sleeps prior to nap commencing, and woke him up when he went in to get it. I took the 2-year-old and 5-year-old on a Target run which sort of needed to happen (everyone needed new shoes) and sort of didn’t (because, let’s be honest, I wound up with a whole cartful of stuff that wasn’t exactly urgent, but in my sleep deprived state seemed critical).
At home, the dragging continued. My husband took the 10-year-old and 5-year-old to see Boss Baby. The 7-year-old and 2-year-old stayed with me. They took a nice bath together with the jets on in the tub. I had agreed to do a radio interview at 9:00 p.m. so the evening was somewhat focused on staying up for that, but I think I was reasonably coherent. If any listeners of WGN in Chicago are reading this, you can let me know.
Sunday morning started way too early again, though I did get a good “nap” between 6-7:15 a.m. I was in such deep REM sleep that the dreams were crazy. The later morning featured church and swim lessons. Nap time featured another run, and watching the kids in the pool, and some reading. Then in the late afternoon we left the toddler with a sitter again and went to iFly, this indoor sky diving place, with our three older kids and a small number of the 10-year-old’s friends to celebrate his birthday. I have never done skydiving before — out of a plane or in a wind tunnel — and I am pretty sure I will not again after this experience, but I survived. We’d each go in for a minute in turn and try to stay in position as hurricane force winds blew up our noses. I felt like I couldn’t really breathe. But I did go up to the top of the chute and down three times with the instructor, and the kids all did great— even the 5-year-old! She tried to exit the wind tunnel after 2 seconds the first time, but then thought better of it and decided to go in for the whole deal. I was very proud of her. Then it was back home to get the kids to bed and start the next week…
So that’s the weekend mix. Some really cool highlights (the party, the Brad Paisley concert, the long run, seeing the kids enjoy the skydiving event, even finishing Gilead), and some draggy moments where time seemed to move so, so slow (much of Saturday, and the multiple long early mornings). Such is the nature of life these days, I suppose.