Weekend Update

It's really not that exciting.

Friday afternoon and early evening.
I was thrilled to have been invited to a "happy hour" of sorts with a handful of other mothers and their kids.  We were to meet immediately after school at a friend's house and visit for a bit while the kids played.  Although I still felt sick and was exhausted, I desperately wanted to participate.  These are women I've wanted to get to know better, but logistics have prevented me from accepting invitations in the past.

Because I don't socialize too often, I suffer from temporary arrested development.  I say temporary, because I have hope that I'll get my groove back with a little more practice.

At the "happy hour", I pointed out my newly emerging nose herpes [I get cold sores in and on my nose.  They come once or twice a year when I'm stressed and generally run down.  It hurts and it's gross, and I'm very self conscious.  I prefer to point it out when it happens, making everyone around me uncomfortable.], I used foul language too frequently and maybe in the presence of kids, told inappropriate jokes, talked about RELIGION (idiot) and people who WEREN'T THERE.  Do it.  Say it.  Get the laugh.  Get the raised eyebrows.  Feels gooooood.

These are things many of us do, but usually around people we have history with and the knowledge that we're not going to be judged because we're already accepted.  Not when we're speed dating new friends.  Water under the bridge.  Moving on.

Friday late evening.
Chris arrived home.  He'd been out of town all week, so it was wonderful to see him.  He showered and climbed into bed.  I said, "I've missed you, but please don't touch me.  I have a nose herpe and my head is pounding from the Valtrex and red wine.  I acted like a 14-year old boy at the happy hour thing.  I'll give you details in the morning."  He said, "I'm sure it wasn't that bad."

Saturday ALL day.
We stayed in pajamas.  We cleaned the bird's habitat.  We ate weird food - anything we wanted - anything we could find.  No rules.  I showered early evening and changed into fresh pajamas.  It was great.  The boys' hair was sticking out, even Oldest Boy's, who prefers a pseudo Alfalfa hairdo.  We were a frat house the day after a party - minus the lingering drug/alcohol high, the hangover, or the feelings of sexual triumph or regret.

Sunday morning.
I was still fighting my cold and my nose herpes. Toddler Child woke up and said, "I'm sick."  We had another "day-after-the-party-at-a-frat-house" morning.

Sunday afternoon.
I had some errands to run.  Middle Boy wanted to tag along which surprised me.  We hit Cabela's [we don't hunt, but I wear overalls], a few housewares stores, Nordstrom's, Costco, and Target.  He was tough.

At one point in the car I told him my neck hurt, that I must have slept on it funny.  I asked him if that ever happens to him.  He said no but he has pain "right here", pointing to his chest.  I asked if this happens a lot.  He said no.  I asked, "When does your chest hurt?"

"It's not really my chest.  It's more like on an insect.  My thorax.  It doesn't happen very much."

"Let me know next time your thorax hurts."

Sunday evening.
Middle Boy and I got home after 6:00.  We all unloaded stuff, ate a late dinner and got ready for bed.  Chris and I hit the "reset" button on the house and went to sleep ready for a new week.

See.  I told you it really wasn't that exciting.

Comments

[Mrs. G.]

Eh, not that bad. I get wicked, unsightly cold sores on my upper lip once or twice a year. I can't imagine one in my nose. OUCH!

[Kate]

I'm always excited to hear about other people who get nose herpes. Apparently - I had never had a real cold sore until 1999 (when I was 27), because when I finally did contract the virus, I had an explosive reaction (my dermotologist told me that that they - like chicken pox - are worse if they first occur when you are older). This included a giant shingle on my arm and actual cold sores on my CHIN (bizarre). After that, every time I get a cold - I have to watch the tip of my nose (the only place that they appear now) and keep my Valtrex handy. Valtrex is my friend. So people who complain about the common lip cold sores that they've gotten since high school should get over themselves. You haven't lived until you've gotten a giant one on your arm.

[Connie @ Young and Relentless]

I always say inappropriate things in front of people that don't know me. We just discovered last night that friends of my hubby (that he has known for 20 years) stopped communicating with him right after they met me. I may have 'accidently' talked crap about them, in their presence at a Halloween party because I didn't recognize them in their costumes. It took us 4 years to figure out what has caused the silence. Oh well!

[Cheri @ Blog This Mom!]

Oh, your poor, pretty little nose.

I love pajama days.

I'm having one right now.

[we_be_toys]

Damn - you're still sick??? When will the madness end? (I feel you - I'm on my 5th week of being sick with something - it's varied over the weeks)I love that you pointed out your cold sore - good on ya!

I know exactly what you mean about going to a playdate and saying stuff I shouldn't - story of my life, and I just can't be someone I'm not. BTW, I like women who are in touch with their inner 14 year old - I think I might be one too!

Sounds like the frat house approach was necessary this weekend, since Mom was down for the count, and guys NEVER can quite do what Mom does, can they?

[Corbie]

I may or may not have been at the 'frat party' this weekend and I would like to point out that what one person sees as questionable language, inappropriate conversation, and juvenile behavior, another (or ten others) find to be delightful candor, an adorable willingness to divulge, and endearing humor. And, as you know, I do all the things you claim to have done and more...and they keep letting me join them for whatever reason. Maybe it is to watch the trainwreck that is Corbie but I don't see myself stopping anytime soon...let's hope you keep up the antics as well :)

xoxo

[the floydster]

a GREAT post. I hope you are feeling better and that Toddler Child is also on the mend.

[Jennifer H]

Ouch.

I love love love pajama days.

(Hope you feel better.)

[Deidre]

There is something so delightful about being clean and then putting on clean pajamas. *sighs*

[Mrs.D]

I tend to say the wrong things most of the time, too.

[csquaredplus3]

Mrs. G.! - Thank you for visiting. Lots of nerve endings in the nose. "OUCH!" is right.

Kate - One more thing we have in common. It just keeps getting better.

Connie - It's the worst feeling.

Cheri - My nose doesn't look little or pretty right now.

We Be Toys - Yes - still sick, but getting better. I was in touch with my inner 14-year old BOY - I suppose 14-year old girl too...

Corbie - There was no "frat party". Our house was like a "day-after-the-party-at-a-frat-house". You're nice, and you're not a trainwreck - Corbie Jean dancing machine. Hugs and kisses back atcha.

Anne - Toddler Child's doing better. Thank you.

Jennifer H. - I appreciate that.

Deidre - Even better when slipping into clean sheets.

Mrs. D. - We all do sometimes.

[Joe Girl]

Ah - my kind of weekend ;) Well, I could do without the nose herpes, but the rest sounds nice and mellow... just my style.

Thanks for checking out my latest post at Joe Girl. It was indeed a nice surprise to see Marley's foster Mom leave a comment ;)

[San Diego Momma]

You and I would get along famously at those mommy meet-up things.

I am the queen of no filter and I tend to not observe social mores. (I do try to, though!)

Other than that, the PJ frat party weekend sounds delightful and enticing.

And, sorry about those nose sores. Have they crusted over yet?

[Sam]

I like your analogy, "I acted like a 14-year old boy at the happy hour". I've done it many times, and had a feeling remorse in the morning. You can blame it on the wine and Valtrex, if anyone asks. I hope you're finally feeling better.

[Jennifer]

At least you speak. There are times when I say nothing or very very little and the rest of the night, after I get home, my mind is reviewing the conversations. Everything that was said and things that I could have said. Ugh. So annoying!

[csquaredplus3]

San Diego Momma - My friend Corbie said her filter has a "hole" in it sometimes. I have multiple filters for different groups, and there was a hole in all of them. I'm crusting - thanks.

Samantha - I think I've acted like a 14-year old boy with you (don't worry though - we're safe with each other).

Jennifer - I've had those experiences too Jennifer, the mute nights. Leaves an equally unique impression when speed dating new friends.

[Melanie]

Okay Chris come clean with me now. I wasn't at the party so I wasn't there to share in your gossip which could mean that my ears were ringing for a reason on Friday. LOL Sounds like you had a good time. Mel

[Corbie]

Chris: I should have clarified - I was actually declaring it a frat party. That was my confirmation, not yours. :)

[Da Goddess]

Sounds like a great weekend to me!Hope you're feeling better today.

[csquaredplus3]

Melanie - You would not BEE-LIEVE the dirt that was flying about you. Call me!

Corbie - It was fun regardless of what we call it, and I thank you for including me. I won't embarrass you next time. Promise!

Da Goddess - Thanks Joanie.

[Da Goddess]

P.S. You need to come to San Diego for a visit sometime so you, Deb, and the rest of the moms and I can all talk too loudly, laugh too much, and say horribly inappropriate things in front of all our children. Of course, our kids will likely do their best to repeat things they've heard from us in the past and one-up us. It'd be fun.

[vodkamom]

pssssst. Go for the stripper thing. Just do it out of town. Would be kind of awkward if someone recognized you. :-)