But I didn't shit faced by any means, so that an improvement, right?
Friday night, I went to happy hour with my boss, KF. Eight years younger than me, but my boss nonetheless. She just moved to my neighborhood, so had a welcome drink (or two) down at Alki. It was nice to chat with her in a non-office setting. She's very cool.
Afterwards, I dashed to the grocery store, then dashed home, where Todd was hosting a reading and so my house was full of actors. I love that.
That wrapped up early, so Todd and I were in bed early.
Saturday started off pretty promising - blue skies, warmer weather (50's) and I was up and awake at 9am. We grabbed some coffee, ran some errands and then went grocery shopping. In the meantime though, I'd asked the kids to do their chores as soon as possible and before they left to go out with their friends. When we returned, however, those chores were not done and mama lost her freakin' mind.
It's not like this is new. It usually takes two or three (or six) reminders. But when I get a face to face, verbal confirmation that something will be done, and then I find it is not done when they say it will be done, well, heads will roll. And I've just had it.
So I blew up (with Todd's support) and called the child in question and may have used a couple of curse words and ordered them to come back home RIGHT THIS MINUTE and do what I specifically asked them to do, which is not asking too much given that they get maybe two chores every couple of days. Todd agreed with me.
And then he and I went out for margaritas. Dammit.
And after sun and said margaritas, we were asleep by 10:30pm.
Sunday was lovely. I worked out in the yard for a little while, despite sneezing my head off. I kind of miss the prednisone in my system. No allergies! But now they're coming back with a vengeance and I am absolutely miserable.
Todd held a "come to Jesus" meeting (appropriate for Easter, no?) explaining to both children why I got so upset on Saturday and how we are not at all demanding of them but when we ask them to do something, by golly, they need to do it. Because that's what you do!
That's all well and good, but I'm still not speaking to either child right now. I don't know how to do it without getting angry. I'm just working through Todd right now. Good thing I have therapy on Wednesday.
Anywho, we had ham and potatoes and veggies for dinner (traditional Easter) while watching the season finale of The Walking Dead (not very traditional). The family disseminated after that, so Todd, Tom and I cuddled on the couch until it was late enough to justify going to bed.
Those are my evenings. Snoozing on the couch until it's late enough to just suck it up and go to bed. Sad, huh?
