Of radios and weekends

This weekend may have been the first in forever that actually felt long. Not in a bad way or anything either, but when I got up (late) for work this morning I felt like I hadn’t been to work in a really long time instead of the usual and customary two days. Maybe next week’s three-day weekend will feel like a windfall of time and opportunity.

Part of it was that I was semi-lone wolfing. C finally bit the bullet and bought all the parts for his nav system for his car, which he thought would be an easy install but ended up taking most of the weekend. He worked on it into the night on Friday, all of Saturday morning and then a good part of Sunday afternoon. It appears that all is finally working though; he’s got a couple small kinks to work out but nothing serious. In the meantime I did movie night with the kids by myself on Friday (and had planned on doing wine and cheese w/ C but with his radio issue all I did was get myself drunk). Saturday I took the kids to the local splash pad for a couple hours so I wouldn’t be breathing down his neck.

And then we went to Epcot for 8 hours or so. Epcot is so laid back – all the rides except two are less than a 10 minute wait. Yeah, they’re kind of crap but so what? The kids don’t care. The only snag was that I made food for the kids but we kind of wanted a real sit-down meal and all the restaurants were reservation-only which really put my husband in a bad mood (more than the radio already had). But we all got over it and still had a good time. I finally went on Soarin’ and it was pretty neat (although not worth 75 minutes in line) and C took Spencer on Test Track which is his favorite while Henry and I wandered around the countries admiring the t-shirts I didn’t buy because I rarely wear t-shirts (although I’m pretty sure I’m going to buy the one on the left anyhow).

On the drive home I calculated that in the last 25 weekends, we've spent approximately 230 hours at the various Disney parks. We've skipped two weekends, and we spend 8-12 hours every weekend we go. It's about 2.5 hours round trip driving, so we've spent 57.5 hours in the car.

Sunday I mowed the lawn because C had planned on doing the yard work while the kids and I were at a birthday party but with his radio still not working I decided to take the hard decision away on want vs needs for home maintenance. I took the kids to a friend’s kids’ birthday party, and we did the grocery shopping on the way home. I’m pretty sure they read my blog post on how to shop with your kids because they were ROTTEN, Spencer more than Henry. I ended up spending too much and not getting everything I need because I just needed to GET OUT. And then we got home and Henry had some major digestional issues which made me feel bad about ignoring his tummyache complaints (dude, he complains of a tummyache when he wants a donut. You see why I ignored it).

So it wasn’t all rainbows and flowers, but somehow we got through the whole weekend feeling pretty good about it all. Then Spencer flipped out this morning about the beltI bought him (“it’s GIRLY!” cue 20 minute meltdown) and I ran screaming from the house.