Tell me why I don't like Mondays...

Ah, The Boomtown Rats...did they sing any other songs because really that is the only one I know.

I actually am ok with Mondays except for the fact that Chris goes back to work on Mondays. I don't like that. I miss him. I miss the help with the little people. I know I can do it all myself and do it well, but it still is helpful to let some of the fretting be done by someone else.

The weekend was good. In fact, it was better than good. Saturday was exactly what fun I thought it would be. We spent the day at the home of Chris' high school friends. They had a "mini high school reunion" because one of their classmates was in CT visiting from TX. So it was agreed upon that the daytime part of the party was family time. Great, we took Jeremy, his friend Andrew (who is my "other" son as they've been friends since 3yo preschool) and David with us. Becca stayed home babysitting the middle boys and the napping Emma. I would have liked to bring Emma, but knew if she did not nap, I'd be SO screwed that night with sleeping. It was unusual for the older boys to come along, but there were some bikini clad teenage girls that they knew. Teenage boys never say no to bikini clad teenage girls - even if they do have a girlfriend.

So we spent the seemingly hottest day of the year drinking our Corona's and milling about with the high school friends eating TONS of yummy food. It was a great day. Everyone had a good time and it only took the teenage boys about 3 hours to finally speak to the bikini clad teenage girls. After that, they just hung out. David played with the various kiddos, asked perfect strangers to give him rides around the yard in the wagon and then found a small toy front loader and dump truck and played in the dirt until he was brown and it was almost 9pm. And we had to leave - well, because we were almost out of beer and the package store (liquor store for those not familiar with new england-ese) was closing at 9.

So we left, hit the package store and brought David home where we put all the children under age 10 to bed. It was then that I sort of power napped during an episode of Dora. I started to feel the effects of being on my feet all day and was fading fast even though I knew it was time to go back to the party for the adults only time. So I forced myself to get back up off the bed, changed into a comfy tshirt and some different flip flops (thank you sara - having 4 pairs of j.Crew flip flops is SO important). Even though it was adult time, we took the two teenage boys back with us. I figured if Chris and I both drank a bit too much then Jeremy could easily drive us home all backroads without much issue.

Well this is when the real laughing began. The host of the party has been friends with Chris since they were little boys. He is a hoot. Even more so when he's had a few drinks. Usually he says things that embarrass his wife, but this night it was my turn to be his target. I don't embarrass easily so it was all good. He had me peeing in my pants by the end of the night. Let's just say I earned the title "Materialistic Biznitch" even though that is SO not me. Even Jeremy & Andrew thought the night was a good one. Finally around 2-2:30am, the party broke up and seeing I hadn't had a beer for hours and hours (I got one when we got back to the party, but drank maybe 1/3 of it and dumped the rest), I took the keys and drove us home despite Jeremy telling us all that we were intoxicated and that he should really drive.

We probably fell asleep sometime around 3am and I enjoyed the fact that Sundays are Chris' day to get up with Emma and that I would be able to sleep in a bit. Especially lovely when you are at a party until the wee hours of the morning! Well, he got up with Emma alright...and promptly came back to bed with her in tow. The quiet lasted for about 1 millisecond and then she wanted Dora on. And then she wanted to get down. And then....all hell broke loose. She stole one of David's socks (who literally gets up, has breakfast and then dresses himself - never ever deviates from this plan). So she had David's sock and was on my side of the bed and they were screaming at each other with me hiding my poor tired head under my pillows trying to escape - cursing Chris silently for being lazy - and then it happened. My cup of cold water next to my bed was in my bed! I was laying in a pool of cold water in which my arse moved so fast out of the bed that I forgot that I was butt naked. So here I was screaming, butt naked, eyes not quite open looking for some pajamas. THANKYOUVERYMUCH, EMMA! Chris, of course, said all the proper I'm sorries and then left to get milk for breakfast & coffee leaving me with the little devils who had disturbed my precious Sunday sleep in.

Sunday ended up being a good day even though it started a bit rough. We had a date at Home Depot in which I looked at paint colors for our bedroom (we've decided on "beachy" colors as they are so calming/relaxing) and Chris bought a drill he needed for work. Then we hit the grocery store to pick up a few things as his parents had called and we were having them for an early dinner. When we got home, I went upstairs, took off my skort, threw on PJ bottoms and took a long, leisurely nap and woke just in time for his parents to walk through the door. I cut some cheese up for cheese & crackers, made the salad w/my MIL and then walked down to the garden where my first zucchini was ready for picking and picked some of the sugar snap peas to add to the salad. We had an easy meal of hot dogs, hamburgers, salad & fruit and then ate some yummy UConn ice cream, watched Emma & David get filthy and the dogs run around. Chris' parents left and we had everyone bathe and go to bed. Unfortunately, days like that make Mondays that much harder because I don't want them to end.

So on to the week...on to the gym (gah) and doctor appointments...and well, regular, everyday life.