Subtitle: weekend recap with domestic garbage goodness!

SO, Friday began just fine; I was organized and all for Elliot’s preschool Fall Festival, costume in a bag and food ready to go. It was about time to leave so I go to grab the costume bag (OK, so it’s a plastic Target bag with his stuff in it) and I don’t see it. Meanwhile, Ash is taking out the garbage, as per usual on Fridays,  and I figure he must have thrown it out. Not only did he, but he thought it was for trash and dumped all the bathroom garbage IN with the costume. While this is not – in actuality – a Big Deal, I lost it. I was SO ANGRY. Now, I don’t think it was worth getting mad over but last week had me busy almost every second of every day. I had student conferences and a literal ton of grading and I only took lunch one day. It was insane.

Anyway, we argued all the way to work and it was bad because whenever we argue like that, it becomes a competition. I want to win the conversation and he wants to jab me until I fold. I left him so incredibly mad and hateful that I could barely imagine going to work. So I took the kids to their respective places and went home. And slept for an hour. I had to reset the day. When I awoke, I had to run to the store for a bag of candy and the fruit I was commissioned to take to their festival. On my way, Ash called and said for me to pick him up. Originally, he wasn’t going to the thing at daycare but after our discussion, he couldn’t work either. I picked him up, we made up and went to Elliot’s little festival. Afterwards, he and I had lunch and then decided to just skip the rest of the day. So even though it was my intention to work all but the 2-3 hours for Ell’s thing, I just never made it in. Oh well!

Saturday HAD to be a better day, after that awful Friday, right?  Sort of. I got up and felt really rested. Got ready and around 8:30, Elliot and I went to run errands. Had to deposit a check so I hit up the drive-thru ATM at my bank. Got about 2 blocks away and realized that I left my card in the machine. So, hung a U-ee and went back, only to find that a woman in an SUV was there. She said there wasn’t a card when she pulled up. I drove around the bank again and up to the commercial window to ask a teller what I could do. She said it was already shredded because if you don’t take it in about a minute, it’s pulled back in and destroyed. Oh Em Gee. It was about 14 minutes until the bank opened inside so Ell and I went to Target, where I wrote a check; ugh!, and then we went back to the bank to get a temporary debit card. I knew Isaac would be hungry soon so we didn’t go to the grocery store and instead, headed home so I could run and feed the baby.

My run was awesome. I felt strong and had no knee pain and I went three entire miles, which is good considering I’ve been on hiatus for about 7 weeks. I haven’t felt that good in a long time. But the weird thing about that run is that it was the highlight of my day because soon after, I started feeling stressed again, which must have been fall-out from my ridiculous week. Ash ran then we all went to the grocery store together, which I hate with a burning passion. There’s no room in the cart, Elliot always wants to sit then get down, then push then help and it’s stressful. Then I also feel like I get strong-armed into eating what Ash wants. I like shopping ALONE. Anyway, once we got home and I unloaded groceries and began making spaghetti, which was the last thing I wanted to eat, I was just feeling on-edge and upset. Then, I heard it. As Ash walked away with his plate of noodles and sauce, the groan and sound of regret and disappointment filled the house. He’s let the entire helping slide right off his plate and onto the living room area rug. Surprisingly, I didn’t even get upset. I calming and efficiently cleaned up and let him have my helping. After all, it wasn’t what I wanted to eat.

After our silent lunch, he knew I was at my rope’s end. So, in the middle of the day, I took a bath and read my book. Ash brought me a Drumstick and I ate it…in the tub. That’s juts the kind of day it was. My other goal had been to try out a new baked mac and cheese recipe in hopes it would be good enough for Thanksgiving. So after a brief nap and pumpkin carving, I made a Martha Stewart mac recipe . And what I always take away from making homemade mac is that it’s never worth all the trouble. It takes so long to assemble! But this one was good. It called for sharp white cheddar and Gruyere, which made it creamy. Even though I halved the recipe, I’d recommend about 10-12 ounces of pasta as opposed to 8.  It was a little too watery for the amount of noodles. But overall, it was a success.

As soon as I had Isaac in bed, I cracked open a Newcastle and sat outside on my deck in the semi-dark. The air was cool, maybe 73, and I just decompressed.

Sunday was better in general and all thing led up to our Halloween affair. We went with a group of my friends who have kids and it was pretty chaotic. Two trucks pulling trailers of hay for the kids to ride in (in my day we actually walked!) and Ell had a lot of fun. Surprisingly he didn’t get all that much candy though. Overall, it was a success. He had a good time and our costumes turned out pretty good (Ash was Venom, I was Sookie.) Pics to follow.

And with that ends my weekend recap. I feel exhausted today and even that triple grande vanilla latte didn’t really help. How was your holiday?