Our weekend was typical.
We kicked it off Friday night over dinner with friends. During which Tod relayed details of the world's largest scrotum, actually right here in Vegas:
Tod: I mean...it is DRAG ON THE FLOOR big.
Me: Tod, we're eating.
Tod: One morning he woke up and poof, there it was.
Me: Tod, seriously we're eating. And that story is fake.
Tod: Holly, he has to wear a SWEATSHIRT around it and pull the HOOD OVER IT. Plus this is the World Record Association. They don't mess around.
Tod: It weighs over 100 lbs so he rests it on a padded milk crate and then --
I blame myself; it all started when I made fun of what he ordered for dinner.
Saturday was spent at the pool where Lux and I sweated it out in the shade and the boys swam. Even the pool was too warm.
Saturday night was a block party on our street. Kids on bikes, movies on driveways, pizza. I like our neighborhood.
On Sunday I woke up with my left eye swollen shut. Very similar to about this time last year. Spent the morning at an Instacare where the doctor informed me I should probably "start washing my hands more often" if I don't want this to happen again. I probably wash my hands 100 times per day. I felt insulted until I looked at his snaggly Nike golf shirt tucked into cargo pants plus tie-dyed crocs; all anger melted away and hey thanks for the eye drops.
That night I cooked dinner and Tod thanked me as he blessed the food:
"And thanks for Mom...who even makes us dinner when she gets pink eye. Help her remember to wash her hands more often. And bless this pink-eyed dinner."
Sunday night we put the kids to bed before the sun went down and retired to our room to watch the Olympics. There is nothing more relaxing than laying in your own bed and watching others exert themselves physically and emotionally. Ahhhhhhh.
How was yours?