Weekend Update - not with Seth Meyers

Friday at school was such a looonnngggg day! We didn't have school on Monday, but between all my evening responsibilities and morning Parli Pro practice with the kids I was running on fumes.  I had to make a phone call to the DCFS abuse hotline for one of my students and I was told to leave my name and number and they would get back to me as soon as possible.  They were expecting a backlog of 1 hour.  HOW SAD!  On a Friday afternoon at 4 p.m. there was an HOUR wait to report abuse to a child.  Sickening, actually.

Jim and I went out to eat Mexican and get groceries in Paris.  I had horrible heartburn so I ordered the spiciest (and best) stuff on the menu.  I figured, What the heck? - I really didn't have much to lose.  And then, to my shock, my heartburn disappeared.  FANTASTIC.  I think the heartburn was from not having anything in my stomach.  We got home and started to watch a really good movie, but I fell asleep on the couch. I told JM I couldn't keep my eyes open and was going to bed.  He kindly replied, "Mal, youv'e been asleep for a half hour".  I guess I wasn't nodding off like I thought I was.

Saturday -
I got a slow start to the day and just didn't feel like I was accomplishing anything.  We were supposed to meet JM's grandparents, Aunt Joy, and his dad Jim for lunch at Pizza Hut around 11:30.  I had big notions of cleaning certain things before we left, which of course didn't happen.  Where does time go?  We got back and I started laundry.  I made sure to wash my 2 pair of good jeans so I could wear one of them to supper that night.  I put them in the dryer and move on to other things.  About a half hour before we're supposed to leave I go check on the dryer.  All the stuff was cool and wet!!!!  HELL!!  I had put it on the wrong cycle, of course.  So them I'm pissed because I now have no pants to wear b/c all my other pants are sitting in the washer waiting on the dryer.  After being pissy for awhile I remember that Mom and I had bought a pair of maternity jeans at a garage sale earlier in the year.  I had put them away b/c they weren't very comfortable, kind of short, and just not "right".  I pulled them out and put them on, found a shirt (after trying on a few).  We finally leave the house at 5 which is what time I wanted to be home depot.  Anyways...fast forward.  We end up going to Home Depot and getting paint and then meeting up with Mom, Dad, and Marisa at Buffalo Wild Wings.  We had a really nice dinner and met Marisa's new boyfriend.  He seems really nice.

Fastward - we get home after stopping at Wal-Mart to pick up a 2nd can of paint that matched an earlier can of paint. We get home, I open the back door and guess what comes falling out.  PAINT!  The kid at wal-mart didn't get the lid on very well at all.  It rolls out of the back floorboard, leaving a paint trail on the carpet, bounces off the running board and lands open end down on the ground with the lid a good foot away from the can.  Cue Pissed-Off-Pregnancy- Hormones.  So I scoop up the can thinking that maybe I can salvage some of the paint, except when I tip it up the entire bottom half of the can is sludge.   This is 45 minutes after it had been pulverized in the paint-shaking machine.  Turn the dial up on the pissed-off-ness.  So I go into the house, get a dish towel really wet in order to scrub the paint out of the carpet.  On the way out to the truck I step on the wood railing that lines our sidewalk and... WIPE OUT.  At this point, the dial doesn't turn up any further, it has been turned so far it has fallend off, o-f-f, off.  Cue the tears.  I suck 'em up and go scrub as JM is carrying stuff in and telling me not to worry about the carpet.
I get into the house and try to keep myself busy for a few minutes so I don't have some full-on melt down.  JM makes me sit on the couch and rubs my back and then the sobs come.  I can laugh now - but at that point it was NOT funny.  Not so great day + stupid mess-ups = unhappy Mallory.  We chilled on the couch for awhile, calmed down, and everything was great.

4:00 Sunday morning.  JM comes back to bed after having been up a few times that night b/c supper hasn't set well.  We have a little mini-conversation and then he goes to sleep.  I'm still up.  I continue to lay there for what seemed life forever and fought through 1 round of my stomach grumbling hungrily.  The second time I knew I had to eat or I was going to be sick.  I get up and am eating some great Nilla Wafers in the kitchen and it's SIX AM.  Holy COW!  I finally convince myself to nod off to sleep and it couldn't have been more than 30 minutes later JM gets up. I fight back to sleep and then a little later I hear JM moving around the house (laundry & cleaning =)  ) and the dogs running around.  All right, I'm up.  I was like JEEEZZZ is this weekend over already!?!  But I did feel refreshed, which is all that is important.

Today - Aunt Joy and cousin Katie came over and painted the dining room and laundry room.  I kept busy cleaning other rooms and trying to avoid the paint.  Which stinks, b/c I actually enjoy painting my walls but the paint isn't good for baby so I kept busy. 

Now - COUCH TIME.  I love my couch.  Maybe I can get another foot massage or a back massage.  I'm not picky. =)

Side note - I think this baby is going to a soccer superstar because I'm pretty sure my bottom rib in my back is broken. 

Bring on another busy week!