I realize this post has no significance whatsoever, spiritual or otherwise. But, I just felt like giving you a rundown of the Takle family weekend. And, the title has nothing to do with this post. I just thought your Monday might be as mad as mine will be today. Goodbye holidays and vacation.
Here goes.
Friday
Wake up. Read the Bible Twilight Saga. {I’m aware of how long it’s taking me to finish this series. Holidays. Children. No time. You get the picture.}
Bigmama INSISTS we take the kids to see Aunt Kate, her 93 year old sister.
Aunt Kate and Bigmama look a lot alike, but they are quite different. Bigmama wouldn’t be caught dead in a pair of pants while Aunt Kate wouldn’t be caught dead in a dress or without her snuff.
Later in the day, Bigmama checks on Kris’ New Year’s resolution to cut back on the caloric inhalation. She said they had agreed to do this thing together. Oh, yes they did. Called your accountability partner, Hun?
Finish book #2. Finally. Listen to a bunch of hoodlums cheer on a helpless Tide. Go nighty night.
Saturday
Cram as much as I can into four suitcases. See my flight departure time has changed. Changed again. Changed again. Changed again. Arrive at the Hartsfield-Jackson Airport. Just in time to wait an extra two hours for a delayed flight. Break down and buy book #3. See poor little 7 year old girl named Rylee sobbing as she is flying by herself from ATL to OKC. We welcome her into the Takle family for 2 hours.
Listen to my kids fight over who gets to sit by Rylee. Listen to Anna keep calling her Ry-lea. Land. Yell at my children for running around the baggage conveyer thingy. Yell again. Yell again.
See the husband for the first time in four days. Hug. Hug. Kiss. That’s it. I’m tired. Pick up on that other New Year’s resolution tomorrow. Choose wine instead. Hubs understands.
Hug this guy. Especially after seeing Marley & Me.
Get in my very own bed.
Sunday
Repent for not going to church. Try to explain to my dad why I didn’t go to church. Eat Mexican. Car wash. Read my “heathen” book, to quote my father. {Between skipping church and reading about vampires, my dad is going to fly out to serve me communion really soon. I’m sure of it.}
Make good on some resolutions.
Hear Anna call John Henry “b*%#ch”. She uses the word incorrectly, so I’m sure she didn’t hear it from me. Blame Kris. Blame Pre-School. Blame Aunt Kate.
Take Kris for his first Crest grocery store experience. He sees the light, too.
Kris shares random experience about riding a grocery cart in a Kmart parking lot once when the cart flew out from under him and he did a face plant. Laughed. Laughing about it now as I type.
Wonder if anyone else thinks it’s funny when people fall down.
Watch Horton Hears A Who.
Go to bed.
Wake up to a mad, mad Monday.
How was your weekend?
Your kid ever drop a “bad” one? What did you do?
Do you laugh when someone falls down?
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