Sunday

Today started out great. It went downhill for a while, between the hours of 9 and 11:30 this morning, which I am not going to elaborate on. But then I hung out with my Mom. We went to Home Depot to pick out paint (my favorite thing to do!) and we also picked out two light fixtures for her house. After 40 minutes of staring up at the lights on display, I had a headache and a brain burn and honestly can not even remember which one we finally chose right now. I think I'm still seeing lightbulbs. We ate some very questionable hot dogs from a giant man who told my mom he was "looking for an older women with money. Are you rich?" My Mom would never hook up with a hot dog man in front of Home Depot, even if she were not married. The only thing we want from you, buster, is some sauerkraut and mustard. I have officially reached my hot dog quota for the summer. I think I have probably tripled my chances of colorectal cancer in the past month.
Anyways, (colorectal? Ick.) we went back to her house and started painting. Her neighbor Carmen came over to help, and we made some pretty great progress in six and a half hours. Dave came to pick me up for dinner at 700 and I was drenched in sweat and covered with Pismo Dune and Rejuevenate paints (a golden yellow and a sage green from Behr, very nice). We were in separate cars, and I was ravenously hungry, and by the time I showered using some strawberry baby shampoo and Suave body wash that smelled like Glade (I am such a product snob!), I was hardly in the mood to go out in public. So I left my Mom's, and Dave met me at home with Chinese takeout, a bottle of wine and an entire carrot cake from Publix (it's STILL my birthday month, people, and I have not yet had carrot cake!). We pigged out and watched The Wedding Singer, which has to be in my top five all time favorite movies. That scene at the end, on the airplane with Billy Joel, where Adam Sandler's character sings the I Wanna Grow Old With You song in that earnest falsetto voice? Oh! So! Romantic!
It was SO nice to get a break from the kids (this is actually the third week in a row that my Mom has had them stay over one night!) and to just hang out and relax. I am going to miss Dave soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much. And, no, it's not because I can't survive without him. I am not going to curl up in the fetal position in Kentucky and just bawl my eyes out. I know I can live without him. I just don't want to! I am also worried the kids will miss him too much and I will feel responsible for having whisked them away to Grandma Jane's for 2 weeks. Of course, this was a mutual decision, I will just feel responsible when I have to explain to Anna why she can't see Daddy.
What does tomorrow bring, since I did not accomplish anything (other than relaxation) tonight? I have to pack everything and I am going to make some food to freeze for Dave while I am gone. I have a Dr.'s appt at 10:15. My Mom and Ed have appointments at 9:45(luckily, this one happens to be with the same doctor I am going to see, so we can just take turns with the kids in the waiting room), 11:15, and 1:30, and she has T and JoJo all day. So we are going to be doing some fancy footwork with the four kids tomorrow. I also need to go to the pharmacy, and fit an hour of tutoring in tomorrow. I know there are probably a lot of other things I need to do, like laundry and go to the ATM, blah, blah. I have no idea what I am going to bring on my trip, and I have no idea if what I am going to bring will fit in the suitcases I plan on bringing. This is part of the reason I am up typing this blog instead of sleeping.