What a freakin weekend.

Saturday, the husband gets called out to change a compressor or a condenser or some such thing for a Chinese restaurant. No, it should not be sixty degrees in your walk-in cooler. And while we appreciate the income that your last-minuteness provides, I was really hoping the husband would distract the children for an hour or two.

Then the short kid and I had a bad moment. You know, one of those moments that comes from being up one another’s ass for the last 4 1/2 years? So, the neighbor thought he’d be nice and offer the kids a sleepover. Sure, they had fun, but now they’re 4-5 hours short of sleep when the short one still isn’t recovered from the clocks changing.

Sunday, everybody was downright evil. Wow, can this family be bitchy! So, in hopes of the short kid napping, we trekked off to Best Buy to return the DVD recorder we bought last week. (It will not do the one specific thing we asked the kid if it would do.) This also meant that what little time my husband had not spent on saving the lo mein, he spent wedged behind the entertainment center, moving wires around until everything worked.

But I woke up in a really good mood this morning. :coffee: On Mondays, the short kid has preschool for 2 hours, and I already had the 80’s hair band CDs lined up in front of the big Bose speakers, ready to rattle the windows.

He started vomiting on the way to the tall kid’s school. I should have known better. :nod: