Big Daddy D and I went to see Star Trek at our favorite date theater-Cinebarre. Eating pizza, hot wings and fried green tomatoes and drinking two(2) pitchers of beer only added to our movie experience. I should have gone to the midnight show though. Can you believe I was the only one laughing out loud and talking to the characters and pumping my fist in the air when really cool stuff happened?
Really people-get a little excited! It was awesome, I couldn't help myself, and at least no one shushed me.
Oh, and I lost my favorite socks in the theater.
I always kick my shoes off-and sometimes my socks-to get comfy for the two hour adventure and this time I was so caught up in the movie I had just watched(and talking to my mom on my way out the door) that I forgot all about my socks.
When I did remember them mere minutes later I ran back in and they had already found my socks and trashed them =( The guys working there got it but that girl just thought I was crazy as a loon.
We decided to continue our date at a local bar and had a great time sitting on the couch there, listening to a little guy sing and play guitar, whispering(Big Daddy D)laughing raucously(me) and dancing a couple of times in this no dancing kind of place. I was pretty trashed.
We got home and to bed late-around 1am which is very late for us.
And got rudely awakened a little before 5 by a puking kid. How someone so small could vomit so much I'll never know and 4 hours, 10 washcloths, 7 towels and 2 sets of sheets later she finally settled down.
D and I were wiped out the rest of the day.
Sunday-Mother's Day-rolled around and it started off pleasantly enough for me-coffee and cinnamon roll in bed-where I lounged alone and read for a couple of hours.
Later I gathered up the Big Girl and one of her friends and took them to see Star Trek. They liked it but the friend had not seen ANY of the Star Trek movies and from the sound of it none of the television shows. WTF?
My day wrapped up at the bookstore alone for a few hours-my idea of a good time-and I came home to find that Big Daddy D had rented Beverly Hills Chihuahua for me-wasn't that sweet of him? I had mentioned wanting to see it so he got AND watched it with me-extra super sweet of him!
The kid woke us up at 1am, puking again.
And again and again and again.
I ended up holding her on my lap for hours as she alternately puked and passed out. Big Daddy D helped me get situated with towels, washcloths, a bowl and a set of sheets and I spent the rest of the night on the floor in the bathroom with the girl.
She is awake and happy this morning but we are both tired and to tell you the truth now I'm feeling a bit urpy. And sore-I am so sore it is unbelievable. I'm too old to (not)sleep on a hard floor.
Nights like last night are the ones that show me what being a mom is really all about.
Now please excuse me-I need to get my baby re hydrated.
Happy Mother's Day!