Let's start this one on Thursday, because it's my wrap up, and I can start it wherever I damned well please...So yeah, Thursday - The Boys had a field trip to the California Academy of Sciences in San Francisco. I drove my boys, two other boys and another mom. The drive was the usual telling the kids to not yell. Oh, and I'd rented a minivan to transport us all, as my car is out of registration. I'd paid it, but it hasn't yet passed smog testing and I haven't had the funds to have it repaired. The last time I was in the city with a car out of reg, the second I entered Golden Gate Park, I got a $150 ticket. So it actually cost me less to rent a minivan. I will never buy a minivan though, because every noise is funneled to the wedge shaped windshield, and into my ear drum, piercing my brain. I hadn't been to the Academy since my own school days and the improvements are great. The Boys loved it, and made me promise to take them back soon, so maybe a spring break or summer trip? I skipped yoga, with the intent of sleeping in preparation of Friday, and instead had dinner at the restaurant and went to my parents' to tell them what has been going on in my life. I'd been dreading telling them, having been through Sis' divorce and how they handled that. They were very supportive and treated me with respect and like an adult. I was happy with the outcome, but didn't get to bed before midnight.
Friday - I had to be out of the house by 6:30 in the morning in order to make it to a training class by 8:00. Much like three years ago, the management employees at my place of work are being trained to work union jobs in the chance of a strike during contract negotiations. This time around, I had 52 on-line courses and three live classes. Friday was the first, where we learned about personal protective equipment (read safety glasses, hard hats, gloves, boots, rubber insulated gloves), how to deploy and use a 28 foot extension ladder, and how not to get electrocuted. It was eight hours long, and too far to drive. I picked up The Boys at a friend's and we had some yummy Thai food for dinner. I actually went to bed at a decent hour.
Saturday - I woke up in a panic because it was The Boys' school rummage sale which I agreed to work. I made it there in plenty of time, although it opened early and was jam packed when I got there. I took pictures, and wandered around helping where I could. The Dude dropped off The Boys and they hung out, played and helped for the day. After clean up, The Oldest went to a friend's and The Youngest and I made lunch and hung out. The Dude came home, and I went out to dinner and a couple of clubs where I realized how dismal the dating scene really is. I did get hit on by a couple of people who really aren't my type, and danced, and drank, and didn't have to drive. Stopped at IHOP after last call and came home.
Sunday - took a shower at 3:30 in the morning when I came home so that I didn't smell of cigarettes and desperation. I don't smoke and don't like to smell like I do, nor have my hair, jammie's and sheets smell like it. Forgot my alarm was still set from Friday, so after one hour, I was hitting snooze until I could climb from my stupor to turn off the alarm and slept until 11. Got up, did laundry, and The Dude decided to quiz me on my night, wanting to know who I went with, where I went and whether I'd hooked up with anyone. He also said he wants me to tell him if and when I do hook up so he can hear what it was like. Seriously? What. The. Fuck. I told him he was way out of line and his asking was offensive. He was taken by surprise that I would think that. I don't even know what the fuck I am dealing with here... Later that same day, I took The Boys to see Alice in Wonderland, as performed by the local theater company. My Mom got the tickets, and The Boys had fun. We stopped at the drive through dairy for soft serve and went back to my folks' to visit. Came home, barbecued a tri tip, made green and potato salads and did more laundry. Went to bed at a decent hour.
I cram a ton of stuff into my weekends... Makes me tired to even think about them.