Those who know me well know that I do not like Monday's at all. Not. At. All.
Those who know me really well know I do not like Sunday's much either. Not much at all.
But this week?
I can not wait for Monday.
Saturday was our last football game. S2 stormed onto the field, played the game and lost.
It was tough.
It was also as windy as could be. We have battled rain, enjoyed sunshine, had our eyeballs frozen and everything in between. But now it is over.
That won't seem real until I am not driving to school every evening for practice.
I couldn't wait for Saturday night. I had dinner on the grill all planned. A movie to curl up with my honey over. I could see popcorn in my near future. A "hooray! we can slow down now that football is over" night if ever there was one. I had been looking forward to this night for about eight weeks or so.
As it was, my husband made plans without consulting me. Our good friends we haven't gotten together with in forever and ever called to see if we wanted to see a movie their church was playing. A movie we have already watched called Monumental. It's a great movie, I was happy to watch it again, just not THAT night, not THAT far from my snug little farmhouse. Jake told me we had not watched the movie before until I reiterated to him the entire movie, what we were doing before we went to the movie, where we watched the movie at (our church) and mentioned the fact that S4 had been covered in dirt and barefoot that night we watched Monumental at our church during the summer.
He could hardly remember this and so he had made the plans and didn't want to back out of them.
And I, being the mature person I am, did something out of character. Something low. I looked at my husband and said to him, "How is it I married you? I would be happily snug at home tonight as my introvert self but oh no, I had to marry YOU, Mr. Social!!!"
He gave me a loud kiss. "I'm good for you."
But not on this day.
We hurried through dinner. I suffered the pain that MSU lost their game agains U of M and S2 cheered - how as a mother have a raised a son who cannot cheer the great MSU team? It's like a mom failure or something - and went to the unfamiliar church to watch a movie my husband than remembered and then joined them for ice cream.
We arrived home exhausted and still my husband needed to give the boys haircuts.
I curled up into bed and fell asleep. Oh, sleep, how I miss you!
Sunday I awoke to the smell of coffee. Fresh brewed coffee is such a wonderful smell when you didn't brew it yourself. My husband had picked up these amazing cinnamon rolls at Weicks the day before and I could hear him opening the package and warming up a roll.
I smiled in complete blissful love. My darling husband was making me breakfast in bed.
How was I ever so blessed to marry such a wonderful guy?
I didn't want to ruin the surprise so I snuggled in bed and closed my eyes when I heard him headed my way. He entered the bedroom, that love of my life. It was so difficult to act asleep when all I wanted to do was grin or throw my arms around him and tell him how wonderful he is. But if I did either of those things I would startle him and he would spill my coffee and we cannot spill coffee.
My husband walked around the bed and...grabbed his phone.
Grabbed his phone and walked away to the dining room where I heard the fork hit the plate of his warmed up cinnamon roll.
I figured he was just being sweet and didn't want to wake me up, just let me sleep in. I mean, I didn't even know I wanted breakfast in bed until I was apparently not getting any. I couldn't resist texting him though. "You would rather spend your morning with youtube than with me?"
He ended up bringing me coffee to bed.
When we got up all we did was run. We ran to church where we rushed out as soon as our pastor said "You are dismissed." We drove like the wind to arrive home and quickly grab some clothes to change into that somehow we forgot as we ran back out the door. Time home? Five minutes.
We pushed a little past the speed limit to arrive at my husband's mom's home where we had one hour to eat dinner and then make ourselves look great because we were getting family photos taken. We have never ever had family photos taken and the photographer was great and cheery so we really can't wait to see how the photos turned out.
We had half an hour after pictures to visit before we had to run to Jake's office, grab his paperwork, hurry to the dollar store to pick something up we had forgotten we needed for church and then hurry home where I had fifteen minutes.
In fifteen minutes I made a pot of coffee and loaded the dishwasher. As i was headed out the door, I spilled my entire cup of coffee all over the stove.
We jumped in the suburban and hurried off to church. Jake had left with S1 to make sure he got him to youth group on time. It was then I realized we had forgotten a child.
Yes, you read that correctly.
We hadn't even made it a mile down the road when my call to double check with my husband that he did in fact have S2 with him only to hear he did not. S2? He heard me holler. He heard me leave. He knew I would be back for him.
Grrrr. What a stinker.
We arrived to church where we had our Dave Ramsey class while the boys battled a real live bat.
Yes, you read that correctly too.
They thought it was so cool. They hope the bat continues to live in the church.
My husband stayed at church for a meeting. I took four boys boys home, three of which were so exhausted they were fighting and crying.
The smell of a dead mouse hidden somewhere in the house greeted me as I walked in the door at eight fifteen at night.
Monday the boys get to sit at school. I get to sit at work.
Monday night we get to stay home all night for the first time in about eight weeks with no practice to run to.
i can't wait for Monday.
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