Thursday. I babysat five children. By myself. And I made the mistake of taking them to large, crowded public places, like, say, the Mall of America. At one point in time I threatened to tie all the children together and then tie them to my belt, because I got tired of them all wandering off where I couldn’t see them.
I also bellowed, “You are all going to get chicken tacos and you’re all going to LIKE IT!” when I got tired of the mall food court debate.
The mister found me, about an hour after I’d returned the children to their parents, passed out on our couch.
Friday. Attended the Irish Fair on Harriet Island, ate a shameful amount of food, including something called a baby’s head. Turns out it’s a pasty. Drank some beer, watched the Dropkick Murphys concert. Had a glorious time. Avoided the pit with everything in me. Mostly successful, although I did throw a few elbows when people started getting a little too pushy-shovey with me.
Saturday. More hang out time with the cousins from out of town. This time their parents didn’t leave me with alone with them, so I was not reduced to a blubbering moron. Then, the cousins left for home and I got to hang with my family in an early birthday/late anniversary celebration. The mister and I scored a Keurig coffee-maker from my parents, which won’t replace the one my friends gave us for our wedding for big pots of coffee, but for single cups, it’s AWESOME. In other news, I’ve had so much caffeine that I can't seem to stop my right leg from bouncing.
Sunday. 60th birthday party for the mister’s uncle held in aunt’s back yard. Great day. Highlights include traditions such as pass the baby, dodging questions about when the mister and I will begin procreating, eating more food than reasonable, and playing distract the little kids while the men remove a partially decapitated bunny from the croquet course. Whee!
All in all, not a bad couple of days.