Best Weekend

I just came back to work after having the best weekend I have had this entire summer. I did not have to work this weekend and I took off Thursday and Friday. My parents watched LoLo and Suga both of those nights, so I got to hang out with Husband like a couple that doesn't have kids. It was awesome. Saturday we went to the best kids party I have ever been to in my entire life. (That mom is going to be so disappointed when she comes to our party next week. Oh well, that is the price she pays for being an overachiever.) Sunday we went to church, the kids took a long nap while I cleaned, and we ate at a friends house. I did drop my cellphone in the toilet, but other than that this weekend ROCKED.

As I replayed the weekend, I realized that I was left with a few questions.

1. I am a totally scareddy cat. Why do I think that I can watch hardcore action movies? Husband and I watched Immortals at like midnight after watching The Dark Knight rises earlier that day. I must have reached my annual quota for homicidal maniacs because it took 2 episodes of House Hunters, earnest prayer and extreme fatigue before I could even consider going to sleep. That guy from Immortals was the worst. I thought there might be a couple fights leading to a battle sequence, but this guy was straight up crazy- setting people on fire and slitting throats. Way to much for this Chicken Little.

2. When did it become okay to go to church with no bra on? I am not talking about teenage girls who may not know better. I am talking about grown women who may have a child or two judging from the level of hang time (wink, wink). I just don't understand. unless the miracle you are praying for is a lift and tuck, you need to get it together.

3. Why serve food and not serve dessert? We went out to a really nice lounge that someone Husband went to school with opened and it was after dinner, so I had my mind set on dessert. Only there was none listed on the menu. Really? I just can't get down with a place open after 9pm with no sweets. Give me a cookie of something.

4. Why am I not rich enough to stop going to work? That is not really a question from this weekend. That was my thought when the alarm went off and I remembered that Husband also had work. That meant I had to get my babies up, dressed, fed and in the car by 7. Not only was my weekend over, but so was my summer vacation.

At least it ended well.