Sushi, Saturdays, Mother's Day, and Mondays

Aaaahhh, weekends.

Had a very busy weekend. Saturday I had to call all the parents of all the kids in Lilluns class to reschedule the pool party due to errant weather conditions. Later I find that the new date won't work because every kid in school is in the school play. Then off to run errands, signed some forms at the bank for my husbands corp. - he insists that it's not at all what I think, but it clearly lists me as an officer. So NOT what I want. Then I returned the videos that we've had for over a month but never watched. Finally I steeled myself to pick up laundry at the home of an elderly woman whose home smells like the very deepest part of a month old litter box. It was hard.

I had to brace myself as I pulled in. Thank God the laundry was on the porch, but no - she still insisted I go in. There was more. Had to get it out fast and try not to breathe. But just the thought made me gag. Lillun was w/me and, DARN HER, she didn't stay in the car. El insisted that Lillun come in too - thank God she didn't offer her a cookie. Quick, everybody out, no time to chat, stuff it in the trunk and take off. My hands smelled like - UGH! My face was screwed up into a "GOOD GRACIOUS WHAT IS THAT SMELL?!?!" sneer for the entire ride to the laundry.

At the laundry a new round of gagging as I unloaded the laundry from the trunk and piled it into a laundry basket, peeling away the cat puke crusted garbage bags as I did. OOOOOOOh it was so hard. Inside the laundry I was thankful that I hadn't eaten or it would have been on the floor. But eventually I made it through, got it done, and delivered it back to the woman. Whew! Wish I had a magic wand to make it all better for her.

Later.... quick tidy at home, a serious shower, then off to dinner w/friends. Sushi and Wasabi and Sukiyaki. YYYYYUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMM!!! Ok I took the safe road and tried the Avacado sushi. But a friend, who considers herself quite the asian afficianado, insisted on ordering some eel, and we threw in some spicy yellow tail for good measure. All fab! LOVE WASABI!! Just one glass of wine but I was knocked out by midnight. Ugh - I'm old.

Sunday - Mother's Day. Up, dishes, a little laundry, take kids out to brunch (yes I took them and H stayed home). Then the errands - H says get this and get this and use my debit card. It doesn't work, I use mine. Grrrr - will I ever learn. Then home for yard work until dinner time. Quick trip to the grocery, make dinner, do dishes, sweep the wood floors....Hey! It's 9:30!!! And, oops, we forgot to pick up Lilluns b-day present. H refuses, so off to Wal-Mart for the red remote control speed boat she can drive in the pool or at the lake, the junior driver, and the yellow spongebob squarepants golf balls. Then home to wrap it. Nothing like a nice quiet relaxing Mother's Day. Yay! Family!

Monday's just plain suck! I dread Mondays every Sunday. How it ruins the whole atmosphere of what could be a relaxing enjoyable day. Then it ruins what could be a perfectly good nights sleep as I toss and turn worrying about all that I have to do and all that I have not done, wishing I never had to go to work again. I wake up trying to convince myself it's really Saturday, but judging by last Saturday that wouldn't be much better. I think all morning, if only, if only I didn't have to go to work. How I'd love to linger at the playground when I drop the kids at school. How I'd love to have time to make French Toast for the kids. How I'd love to pull on yesterday's jeans and not have to iron to go to work.

Driving to work I am convinced that I am in the wrong life. How did I get here? I'm absolutely certain that this is not the life that was meant for me, and I was not meant for it. I am destined for something much more independent, creative, and self fulfilling. Going to work at an 8-5 can not be all that was meant for me. Of course I am speaking beyond my family. It's only the work that I dread. On Mondays all I think of is getting to the end of the day ~ one day closer to the weekend.