In our soaker tub, jets running, with Kiddo #1 in there playing away, I fell asleep. In fact, let's not mince trivialities: I fell, snoring-asleep, in the tub with the jets running and I didn't notice Husband get Kiddo #1 out of the tub, or when the jets stopped blowing OR when Husband came back and stuck a sign that said "Je t'aime" on the tile backsplash.
Oh, it's not the first time I've ever fallen asleep in a tub before, but those other times I was a) significantly younger, b) fully clothed, c) rather intoxicated and d) in a tub that was empty of everything except me.
Best part: I'm pretty sure I pulled a "Toddler" which is to say I was in the middle of a sentence when all of a sudden I powered down. Full-on, dead-to-the-world.
To be fair I was rather tired, although I never would've bet I was THAT tired. Today was the first-ever craft fair for my daughter's school. I headed up the whole thing (not by myself by any means-- without the support of Healthy Snack Momma and a few other people, there would have been no fair. No fair! Ha. Lame.) However, I did feel some pressure last night as I packed up the car with my skirts and display stuff. What if our vendors didn't show? Worse: what if nobody came except the vendors and they all surrounded me and beat me to death with the various things they brought to sell? Worse still: what if they didn't kill me with THEIR stuff, but took me out with my millions of Twirly and Sweetie skirts? Oh the humanity!
Needless to say, sleep the night before was a bust, and I was up at 6am anyway to get to the school for the 7am set-up time for the vendors; the fair was from 9 to 2, we cleaned up afterwards and had unloaded the car by 3:30. At 4pm, Husband announced that we were taking Kiddo #1 and her Bestie bowling. At the time, I thought it was a great idea-- Kiddo #2 is at my parents' all weekend. That arrangement, by the way, went like this:
Grandpa Dee: Uh, hey. Uh, so like, uh, what's Kiddo #2 doing this weekend, or, like whatever?
Me: I dunno-- I'm doing that craft fair Saturday so I won't be around. Why?
Grandpa Dee: Well, like, uh, you know, if he, uh wanted, or like, if Husband needed a break or whatever, Kiddo #2 could come here.
Me: Are you asking him on a date?
Grandpa Dee: Hardy har har. No, I just figured, if you...
Me: You are hilarious when you're trying to act all cool and nonchalant.
Grandpa Dee: (laugh-scolding) Well, can he come over and play or not?
Me: Sure. (laughing) I'll text Husband and get everything arranged.
Grandpa Dee: Ok. Cool. (ultra-nonchalant)
(then he hadn't hung up the phone yet, and like a 12 year old girl, he squealed with delight) It's so funny those two! Truth be told, Kiddo #2 pretty much walks around saying "I wanna see Grandpa!" all day long. Pray for me: I know these two are in cahoots already.
Back to the bowling alley-- off we hustled to the bowling alley to play bowling (to bowl?) for two hours. I reckon, by the way, that at least 60 full minutes of that game was spent watching the balls of either girl roll hopelessly slowly down the lane. Standing there watching the white stamps on the ball go around once... ... ... twice... ... uh-oh, the ball just slowly grazed the side of the gutter rail and has stopped. Oh, it's ok, Husband can still reach the ball without even committing a toe-over. Awesome. Let's try that one again, ladies! Woo hoo bowling!
Like I said, two hours later, we dropped Bestie off at her house. I got out of the car and said, "Geez. It's really nice out. I should go for a run." Husband's eyebrows perked up quizzically but was supportive. I went into the house to get into my running gear when, instead, I decided I was cold and maybe should have a quick bath before the run. Then Kiddo #1 wanted in on the soaker-tub action ... and now you're caught up.
Speaking of catching up... I think I'll return to my bed and catch up on the slumber missing from my life in the last few days. Or maybe I will just close my eyes and type for a couple more paragraphs;lkna[a asolk[[oi[as;alkw
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