I Don't Heart Mondays

I can't believe the weekend is in the history books already. I never left the house once, although I managed to get outside in the yard and enjoy the warm sunshine. Brian went with friends to watch Oregon State play Saturday. They tailgated and cooked manly slabs of meat and crab on our barbecue. I was out of energy and just hung out with Erik during the day. We played with his thrilling collection of rocks and got on the swing (well, one of us, anyway). Erik yelled, "Wheeeeeee!" when he started to swing into the air. In the evening, I baked my mother a caramel apple cheesecake and marinated pork tenderloin for her birthday feast Sunday, and Erik worked beside me in the kitchen, emptying the cabinets of all of their contents and rolling Tupperware around on the floor. I began watching the game on television, but it was a blowout, and I decided on my cop shows instead. Brian got back around 1:00 a.m., and we all slept pretty well.

Yesterday I watched Celebrity Fit Club (How can you NOT want to watch Isaac the bartender from Love Boat lose weight?) and got things ready for my folks to come over for dinner. Erik and Brian went outside. Despite wearing completely inappropriate attire, Erik decided to run through the sprinkler. I watched them through the kitchen window. He would run up to the sprinkler, put his face in the spokes of water shooting up into the air, and make one of his funny faces. I saw Brian trying to lead our saturated little boy out of the yard at least three times. Each time, Erik's face would quickly turn tomato red, and his eyes would squeeze shut in one of his famous quiet ugly cries. His eyes close so hard when he cries that he looks like Dizzy Gillespie to me. Brian looked a little annoyed, and I was having fits laughing from the safety of the house. Erik sure does love that sprinkler.

My parents spent some time at hospice this weekend with their friend dying of cancer and were ready to come over, relax, and have some fun. We were all glad to see them, especially Erik. It was indeed a lot of fun but I hated to see Sunday coming to a close. It's not fair! Today I have an appointment at the dentist to pick up my new night splint (I grind my teeth and clench my jaw in my sleep). I have to leave the house three times in four hours this afternoon and am not entirely sure how I will manage to accomplish any work today. I foresee working this evening after Brian returns from attending a yawn-inducing city meeting. That means no book club or fun for me. Sigh. Is it Friday yet?