A Weekend (Like Others)

16 Jan 2006

I’ve been in this parallel all the weekend. Since Dave’s been sick (he’s had the flu) I feel a little disjointed (yes, like most days). I can’t help it, when my partner in this world feels a little off, this gives me an immediate excuse to feel the same. Plus, he’s cheap entertainment.
Saturday, I was at least going to make the kids have a good weekend, so Avery and I head off to HEB for some powdered donuts (the ultimate comfort food besides nachos). A bag of the precious fried fluff of white sugary goodness and we are ready to start the day. Dave makes a pallet on the couch, but he soon realizes that with our sugar high there is no rest for the sick and heads off back to the bedroom. Mind you, I did not sleep much the night before, like most nights, and I woke up super early with Little Miss. After the sugar high wore off the day spiraled into an unmemorable day busy with household duties and browsing for a restless cure on the Barnes& Nobles website where I listen to songs from CDs for hours deciding on nothing.
Sunday, we knew we weren’t going to make it to church, but Dave decided he would at least be awake more than asleep. So out of guilt and football watching Avery and I head off to the mall – I needed to get TJ’s present, and a restless search all last week ended 2 days late and one Hollister shirt plus some later. In my attempt to be Laguna Beach cool I bought a pair of Hollister jeans and shirt (for myself, silly). No I didn’t try them on. First of all, I am getting so old, With the exception of one muscely arm, my eyes and ears are going. I notice this because Hollister really needs to turn on the lights (I can’t read the funny shirts) and needs to turn the music down (hello, I’m shopping, not swigging vodka sours). Second Avery has been in my arms for these last few hours (years) wants down. Who can blame her, there is a whole world out there waiting for her to dance in! So, I let her down in this dark, crowded, bass bumpin’, smelly (lay off the perfume samples) store. And there it goes, instant: “Opps, that’s wasn’t a good idea”. She’s playing hide in go seek and I’m trying to pay. So it takes us a little longer to shop, with my decision making skills and her running around laughing like a wild she-devil. This was memorable, and that makes me happy.
BUT, I should have tried on the jeans, because happy can go straight to nasty. Really, size 7 no problem, unless your from Hollister and you don’t’ even make it past the middle of my hiney! Horrible, between this and TJ’s party Friday night (I haven’t talked about this, have I?) I’m so glad I’m not a teenager. I actually feel comfortable in my skin these days, don’t make me go there! So today I wake up ready to conquer the world (and shop in stores that cater to my age (hiney)), but wait what is this headache, fever, joint pain all about. Oh no, let me get under the covers and start over tomorrow!