Don't go to a resort. The return to reality is brutal. Where are my free refills? Where is my poolside service? WHO'S GOING TO CHANGE MY SHEETS?!
So, while a number of my friends are at Girl's Night Out, I am (still) in my pj's sitting forlornly at my computer. Andy's working late. The kids napped until 7 flippin' pm, so they are watching Cinderella.
My comic relief, which was very comic indeed, was Gabe drumming up a rousing chorus of "Ai yai yai!" Not the song; I don't think they've ever heard the song. I don't know where Gabe picked up the expression at all, but he sure did holler, "Charlotte! I-I-I!" and she screamed "Ai yai yai!" right back. Then, "Claire! I-I-I!" There was ai yai yai-ing and I-I-I-ing all through the fishsticks and corn. Little dude was splitting his sides over this game. I was just sitting there confused and amused. (Oh, wait! He's coming around the corner right now shouting, "I-I-I! I-I-I!" Weirdo.) What can I say?
Andy's car went into the shop yesterday1. It was actually ready this morning, but later in the program you will hear why I declined getting up and taking him to the shop. So, he took my car. Turns out, this is the day we run out of toilet paper, milk, baby wash and shampoo, dish soap, and kid toothpaste. He will get home, eh, maybe 10ish? So late WalMart party. Woo hoo.
Now, to the night that made me decide a car was not worth waking up for: Gabe has figured out how to get out of his room. Once he learned to open doors, we started locking his room at night. The lock is on the inside, but, hey, he's little. But he ain't no dummy, so he's figured it out. And he kept coming downstairs last night. Argh. Finally, because I was nervous that one of these times he was going to fall down the stairs in a sleepy misstep, I stuck him in bed with us. We VERY rarely sleep with our kids. And certainly not all night. But, when it is 2am and a two-year old is stumbling into the living room with his eyes squinched shut against the light and a big smile on his face, a gal gets desperate. So, the night was spent in a half-sleep periodically slurring, "Gabe, lay down. Go to sleep." Totally sucky.
So, my command decision is to create an imaginary friend. Well, servant. And she is going to get me showered, changed, and in front of a lame late-night show just as soon as the kids go back down. Probably at 10. So, if any of you hear me talking to Beverly, don't even ask. She'll be busy bringing me dry towels by the pool.
1Again. He doesn't think it's ever in the shop, but it totally is. So there.
7 comments:
I totally know what you mean. When we got back from ours I was so bummed because there was no one to build a fire for me or make me gormet food. My sheets left unmade. No cozy slippers left by my bed every day. So depressing.
Oh man I bet life after a resort is rough. I didn't want to cook ever again after the cruise we went on. :D
You'll find beverly soon enough.
When we were Gabe's age, my parents would lock us in from the outside. They installed a sliding lock on the upper part of the door so they could actually get a nights sleep.
Gary
Ooo I like this Natalee's idea about the sliding lock on the outside! So maybe I should never go to a resort because that would really bum me out too. I'll just train my sweet little one's to love doing those things and make everything accessible to their little hands and I'll be all set.
I just found out Brian is talking to Andy right now. I hope you got your shower and all to relax in front of your late-night!!
B to the W, I'm totally pissed at you! In Provo for like a week and not a word?? How dare you?? K, so i'm not really pissed, but I am very very sad to have missed you and your sisters. Next time, next time! Or else!
Happy Anniversary too!
Oh, Care - there was not a single minute unaccounted for on that trip. Otherwise, of COURSE I would have been all over you like white on rice! Since I didn't have my own transportation, and every second was planned, I had to miss out on my lovely Carrie and nieces. Soon, though, hopefully very soon.
PS - no shower as yet.
Showers are overrated! If you find a Beverly see if she can send her sister over to my house, :)
I checked, and the servants are definitely NOT at my house.
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