Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Tuesday Tidbits

Well, I have come to some conclusions about the whole wedding deal. First of all.....we were told the wrong month. It's February 24, not March 24, as previously thought. Better, but still not great. That makes me 32 weeks and since son number 1 came at 32 weeks I just prefer to stay around home then. My husband's suggestion was that he take the kids with him and surely someone there would want to wrestle watch them while he stood up front during the long, long Catholic mass. Yeah, right. I think I am going to have my good friend Erin come and spend the weekend with me. If I don't go into labor we can spend the time eating out at PF Changs and shopping at the Galleria with all four of our children. Should be loads of fun. (*BTW...Erin, you are up for that right?*) Very ironic that she would leave Baton Rouge to come here when the wedding is in Baton Rouge. Now, if they had just waited until June.......


My husband is going to Colorado, Breckenridge to be exact, on Thursday. He will be staying a week. Apparently it is necessary for him to take the groom on a paid-on-our-dime trip before the wedding and, well, since the wedding is only a few weeks away, this is the time. Boy, I would love to have a week vacation........even one where the kids come along sounds good to me at this point. Funny how we can never afford a vacation any other time.


So, that leaves me with the kids alone for an entire week, night and day. I will miss my sorority Christmas party, mom's night out, and I will have to take the kids through the drive through Bethlehem by myself. Yep, sure would love a vacation or, shit, a bath by myself one day.


You know, I haven't had to dig out the maternity clothes yet. I am shocked. Of course, I wouldn't know where to look for them even if I did need them, but heck, I am 19 weeks now and still sleeping on my stomach and wearing my size 6 jeans. All that puking was good for something.

8 comments:

Sadie said...

Did the groom do this for your husband when you two got married? Holy crap, a WEEK in Breckenridge? Wow.

andria said...

Well, he took him camping in the hills of WV and they went white water rafting....much cheaper I assume.

Sadie said...

Harumph.

I think you need to plan some spa time at least. On a day when he's home from work, maybe, just announce that you're heading out for a prenatal massage?

It's not a week skiing, but it's something.

sweet memories said...

WOw, supermom indeed...I thought my life was hectic...wish you lived closer, I would force you out on a day by yourself! I do love reading your blog, you really do make me laugh..I really think you should write a column for a parenting magazine...

OneHungMan said...

You know, there is some fine print in the Mommy Job Description that prevents you from having week-long vacations and the like. It's not a fair job description, but that's the way it goes.

But don't fear, you will one day get it all back and then some. For instance, Daddy makes sure the sons in each family are capable of playing football/baseball/basketball. When they become All-World in college or the pros, the camera is on Adam or Jacob after scoring a long touchdown or hitting the game-winning homerun...do they thank Daddy? Hell no, they say "Hi Mom."

Michelle said...

that does sound better that the wedding is a month earlier than originally thought; sorry you're still not comfortable with going though - but I think you have a good idea to have your friend come out for a visit!

I've never heard of the best man having to take the groom on a paid-for vacation! wow!

That really sucks that you are having to miss all those fun things going on the same weekend he is gone...just not fair at all!

Tracey said...

No maternity clothes? Phhhbbttt.

Um, yeah. A week long vacation, eh? That's great. Just great. Where is MY week long vacation?!? And when he gets home, he's taking the boys for a week, right? RIGHT?

andria said...

Yeah, right.....he has to work, he can't watch the children BUT he can find them a nice day care so he says.