A Good Weekend

Steve surprised me last week by telling me he was taking Will with him on his weekend to the country. Rex, a friend of Steve's, drags my hubby out to his father's place every couple of months. Usually it's just the men and there is handyman work and shooting involved. This weekend they took the boys with them.

I had from Friday evening around 7:00 until Sunday around 6:00 all to myself.

It was GREAT!

Well, it was great for me. You probably would have been bored to death.

Friday evening I went to Borders and literally looked at the title of every book in the Romance section. Picked a few out and scanned the backs even -- yeah, who's the man now? I bought a couple. Then I made a stop for supper; cheesecake.

Saturday I met my friend Charlene for breakfast at a favorite place of ours to eat. Then we came back to my house for a few hours of scrapbooking. The excitement just never ends. We drove into North Austin for a scrapbooking sale at Joann's then stopped in at the Mongolian BBQ - which Charlene had never been to. Then home for more scrapbooking. I finished my wedding album that I've been working on for over a year and a half. Yippee! We ended the evening with a visit to Starbucks - which I was unfamiliar with. Charlene ordered me something Carmel, hot, and decadent - and desert. We set in the empty storefront and watched traffic, discussed our facebook addictions.

When I got back to the house I started Will a scrapbook of our last trip to the zoo. I got about half way done before crawling into bed with a good book. This morning I finished the scrapbook. Tori showed up about eleven and we went out to lunch. We were both starving and tried several places before finding something that was open that early. It was WONDERFUL. Then we drove up to Ikea and strolled through the store, looking at anything we wanted. Bought a few things.

After she left, I ran up to the fabric store and lucked out on getting exactly what I needed. When I got home, Steve and Will were here.

Really, it was perfect. I got to do what I like with no one rushing me, calling out "Mama" every thirty seconds, having to make meals, and the dogs didn't even pea (or poo) on the floor all weekend.

It was golden.