Friday morning, unfortunately, brought a reprise of the Major Meltdown (does that make anyone else want to salute, ala How I Met Your Mother?) of earlier in the week. It wasn’t quite as bad, but I also didn’t react nearly as well.
And that’s an understatement.
I blew up. I yelled. I yelled so much I cried. That calmed HER down for a bit. She didn’t say anything, but she tilted her head and looked at my tear-streaked face and oh-so-slowly reached out to touch my cheek.
Don’t be thinking that’s sweet. Because the fit resumed just as soon as I stopped yelling. Thankfully, though, it ended before we got in the car to head out for the day.
I was determined to be positive and calm when I picked her up after work. And I was – but she was not. So I dropped her off with my husband and drove straight to the grocery store. I bought cookie dough and rented a chick flick – and began the countdown to bedtime.
Soon enough, Mark went to work and Annalyn went to bed. I broke apart the cookie dough, baked up more cookies than I really needed and popped in my movie.
By the time I went to bed, I was feeling a little better.
[Movie review side note: The Back-Up Plan with Jennifer Lopez is ridiculous. But if you’re in the mood for – or in need of – a silly romantic comedy, this might do the trick. Unless you hate JLo. Then you should probably skip it.]
On Saturday, we hung around all day, enjoying Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, naps and a trip to the grocery store. (Okay, I wouldn’t say we ENJOYED the trip to the grocery store. But we did survive without any major incident.)
Then, after naptimes, showers and a frantic surface clean of the house, I picked up our babysitter and we went on a date.
Thanks to generous friends and family, we’ve never had to pay a babysitter to watch Annalyn, so this was a first. One of our pastors’ daughter, who is in choir with me and works in Annalyn’s nursery, agreed to come over and watch our daughter, so Mark and I could get a few hours of much-needed time together.
When I asked Annalyn the next morning if she liked “New Lauren” (because my sister-in-law’s name is Lauren, and there can’t possibly be TWO Laurens!), she said, “She’s nice, but she doesn’t talk.”
I’m not really sure what that means. But I am pretty sure New Lauren didn’t eat dinner. I told her she could have anything in the kitchen and even pointed out a few good options. So I don’t know what that’s about. Aside from getting paid – and the kids. Sometimes. – the best part about babysitting back in my day was the frozen burritos. And watching Baywatch and The Commish.
I don’t know. I’m weird.
Sunday was another low-key day. We went to church, ate leftovers for lunch and enjoyed long naps. We also played a lot of pretend, watched another Mickey movie and ate a bowl full of messy chips.
The best things I heard this weekend? Annalyn looking at Mark and me, as we sat on the couch with those chips: “We’re sharing. We’re a family.”
And THAT is a good weekend.
How was your weekend? Do anything exciting? Or relaxing? Or BOTH?
P.S. Feel free to check out my post about Cheesy Chicken from a while back. I’m linking it up to recipe carnivals this week. And even though I still don’t have a photo (what can I say? It doesn’t LOOK pretty.), it is DELICIOUS. And pretty much our family’s favorite thing to fix.