That pretty much sums up my weekend.
On Friday I was packing for a wedding weekend. My husband’s friend was getting married. While deciding which shoes would be comfortable enough (I go for comfort over style every time), Max was eating every bit of watermelon we had in the house like his life depended on it.
“Mom, I NEED more watermelon.”
“I think you ate the last of it.
“WHAT? Why didn’t you buy more? Don’t you know I NEED it? I bet they’ll have it at the wedding (followed by a dirty look)”
I thought about following him into his room to explain to him how he was being disrespectful yada yada yada, but I was going away for the weekend. WOO! See ya later, son! You can jones for watermelon all weekend and it will not matter. I won’t be here! WOO!
Pretty soon my husband and I were on our way. I was happy to be child free for a little bit and relaxed because I knew they were in good hands with my mother.
I love weddings, whether I know the bride and groom well or not. It is always fun to see how they plan everything. What they decide for colors, decorations, vows. Most of all it is always so full of love. I cannot help but to think about my own wedding and marriage to my husband. We have been married almost 6 years and it has been the best 6 years of my life. This wedding took place in a firehouse, which I thought was pretty unique. It had a very shabby chic feel to it. We had a great time and the best part- I slept the whole night through. No one woke me up. I was refreshed. Of course, when I spoke with my mother she sounded tired. Just a few more hours and that was going to be me again!
As much as I want a weekend away, it was amazing to see the kids when we got back. I could smoosh their faces all day.
Yesterday, I took my son to the doctors for a wart on his finger. I covered it up with a band-aid before I left for the wedding, but he is five. The bandage was soon gone and he picked at it all weekend. Our co-payment is $50 which always annoys me, but he had to get it taken care of. Warts are out of my league.
We waited for an hour to see the doctor. Max was climbing up the wall. The baby was doing this insane laughing/crying thing. He was about to break down any second. Finally, the doctor came in! She took one look at the wart, put a band-aid on it and told us she couldn’t help. We needed to see a dermatologist.
Did I just pay $50 for a band-aid? And it did not even have a character on it?
Fun weekend is officially over!