Random Tuesday
It feels like a random kind of day, now that the adoption process has come to a close and the little sister's wedding went off without a hitch. In my world, this downtime means that it's time to plan another event/adventure/escapade...but I think I'll wait until the weekend is over. When we were first placed in April, it felt like the waiting process was SO LONG. It wasn't, but when your life is up in the air, you begin to feel kind of like you're spinning out of control. Don't get me wrong, I love some chaos...but this sense of relief is great! I have all of this free downtime and I find myself giggling about random events.
Most recently - the WEDDING. Yes, the WEDDING...my sister's wedding. Long planned, long awaited for, and one of the most fabulous events EVER. :) I was excited about spending a week in Arizona enjoying sunshine! Fantasy: I pictured myself taking the week off of work and lounging in the pool while Grandma catered to my child. And golfingmaniacally leisurely with el husbando and crazy family. Nope, none of that happened because I had "jobs" to do as the Matron of Horror...really fun jobs. Unfortunately, Grandma turns into a mad-woman before any event, so I wasn't going to "pawn" the kiddo off on her. I'm kicking myself now - I knew that it would go down like that, but I never learn. Plus, I must have forgotten that my first priority would be the little pickle...I'm thinking the last time I "celebrated" (partied, etc.) was pre-baby. Um yeah, it's not the same after-baby. :)
Reality: running errands, finding horseshoes, cleaning up after the party animals, doing five loads of laundry a day, prepping everything, and some other stuff I've already forgotten.
Here are some snippets of silly stuff from the WEDDING week:
Planter boxes..."where are the planter boxes. I need planter boxes. Can you build planter boxes?" This went on for a few days, until she finally located some to fit the succulents. I thought the boxes looked fabulous in their plain jane fashion, but...no. "Stain them...put horseshoes on them...wait, dip the horseshoes in paint first"...and so on. As the MOH, I gave myself the job of staining the boxes. This doesn't sound like a big deal until you consider that my hands were also "stained" a tobacco brown color afterward. No effing way...I was "stained" from head to toe. Sh*t, the wedding's in three days and I can't ruin the photos with this (not that I was too worried, my sister chose teeny-tiny bridesmaids and I was going to be the chumbawumba standing next to them in pics). Enter, El Papa...
Me: "Dad, how do I get this stain off - I can't even touch my baby until I get this off?!?!"
Brother and nephew: "paint thinner"
Me: "Dad, do we have any paint thinner?"
Dad: "Huh?"
Me: "Um, how do I get this off? I don't think the bride is going to buy off on it."
Dad: "Oh yeah, I have some somewhere..." as we sort through all of his shelves, which were surprisingly organized.
Me: "Um...I don't see any. What else?"
Brother and nephew: "Gas, gas will do it", they say helpfully.
Me: "You're going to pour gas on me to get this off?? You're freaking kidding, right?" As he starts pouring GREEN gas all over my hands!
Me: "Why is it GREEN!??!??!"
Dad: "Huh, must be mixed..."
Jeez...I'm now covered in stain and mixed gas. I'm getting high off the fumes and then I realize that I really can't touch my child for fear that she'll be high too. Good stuff.
Speaking of stink...as the girls are lounging in the pool on Sunday after the wedding, watching the burly guys dismantle the ginormous platform built JUST for the wedding, a skunk jumped into the pool area. Yep, a giant-could-be-stinky skunk. It caused quite the uproar and half the people ran for the hills. Disaster was averted, as the skunk scurried across the pool cover and into the drain. I can't say I know what happened because we hauled ass for the airport before the issue was settled.
Speaking of hauling ass...after lounging in the pool, we were late leaving the house for the airport and nearly ran out of gas. At ten miles to the airport, the rig indicated that we only had four miles of fuel left. Baha.
When we finally arrived home in Anchorage, we realized that my suitcase didn't make it...the suitcase with all of baby's stuff and my favorite cowboy boots. I could only laugh as the airline told me it was "lost". It's all relative, right?
Most recently - the WEDDING. Yes, the WEDDING...my sister's wedding. Long planned, long awaited for, and one of the most fabulous events EVER. :) I was excited about spending a week in Arizona enjoying sunshine! Fantasy: I pictured myself taking the week off of work and lounging in the pool while Grandma catered to my child. And golfing
Reality: running errands, finding horseshoes, cleaning up after the party animals, doing five loads of laundry a day, prepping everything, and some other stuff I've already forgotten.
Here are some snippets of silly stuff from the WEDDING week:
Planter boxes..."where are the planter boxes. I need planter boxes. Can you build planter boxes?" This went on for a few days, until she finally located some to fit the succulents. I thought the boxes looked fabulous in their plain jane fashion, but...no. "Stain them...put horseshoes on them...wait, dip the horseshoes in paint first"...and so on. As the MOH, I gave myself the job of staining the boxes. This doesn't sound like a big deal until you consider that my hands were also "stained" a tobacco brown color afterward. No effing way...I was "stained" from head to toe. Sh*t, the wedding's in three days and I can't ruin the photos with this (not that I was too worried, my sister chose teeny-tiny bridesmaids and I was going to be the chumbawumba standing next to them in pics). Enter, El Papa...
Me: "Dad, how do I get this stain off - I can't even touch my baby until I get this off?!?!"
Brother and nephew: "paint thinner"
Me: "Dad, do we have any paint thinner?"
Dad: "Huh?"
Me: "Um, how do I get this off? I don't think the bride is going to buy off on it."
Dad: "Oh yeah, I have some somewhere..." as we sort through all of his shelves, which were surprisingly organized.
Me: "Um...I don't see any. What else?"
Brother and nephew: "Gas, gas will do it", they say helpfully.
Me: "You're going to pour gas on me to get this off?? You're freaking kidding, right?" As he starts pouring GREEN gas all over my hands!
Me: "Why is it GREEN!??!??!"
Dad: "Huh, must be mixed..."
Jeez...I'm now covered in stain and mixed gas. I'm getting high off the fumes and then I realize that I really can't touch my child for fear that she'll be high too. Good stuff.
Speaking of stink...as the girls are lounging in the pool on Sunday after the wedding, watching the burly guys dismantle the ginormous platform built JUST for the wedding, a skunk jumped into the pool area. Yep, a giant-could-be-stinky skunk. It caused quite the uproar and half the people ran for the hills. Disaster was averted, as the skunk scurried across the pool cover and into the drain. I can't say I know what happened because we hauled ass for the airport before the issue was settled.
Speaking of hauling ass...after lounging in the pool, we were late leaving the house for the airport and nearly ran out of gas. At ten miles to the airport, the rig indicated that we only had four miles of fuel left. Baha.
When we finally arrived home in Anchorage, we realized that my suitcase didn't make it...the suitcase with all of baby's stuff and my favorite cowboy boots. I could only laugh as the airline told me it was "lost". It's all relative, right?
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