And So It Begins

My husband left the house early this morning for Las Vegas, for an annual conference.   He’s due back late Friday afternoon.  In the meantime, I have the kids all to myself.   If today were actually a day of rest, I might not have minded so much.  But Gingersnap had a game today (the football team she cheers for made it to the second round of the playoffs).  And since we were halfway to my Mom’s place (a nursing home in the suburbs of a large city), we trekked out to visit with her.  Unfortunately, it wasn't the best visit.  The kids were ill behaved, and my mom wasn't doing well.  I poured myself a stiff drink or three when I got home.  

The rest of the week should be uneventful.  This is both good and bad.  I'll have time to rest in the evenings, but that also means I won't have much to keep my mind occupied. Friday cannot get here fast enough.   Of course, my relief from single momdom will be short-lived.  Husband Fixture will be on the road again (D.C. this time) next Monday morning, returning next Friday afternoon.  This will be the state of our existence for the next four months. 

I honestly don’t know how single parents do it, because my offspring and I are ready to check into Bellvue after two weeks of Daddy being on travel.  And I know I shouldn’t complain, since he will be home on weekends, and over holidays.  But this is my blog, damn it, and I am NOT a happy camper!! 

Not only do I miss the break from the kids and the help around the house my hubby provides, I miss HIM.  I can sleep alone okay, though the temptation to allow Couch Hound into the bed will be great.   I also miss the moral support.  Yes, he’ll be available via phone/email, but getting a hug at the end of the bad day is invaluable.   

Yep, I think it's time for another drink and a horror flick.  

Love bites

 I continually find myself amazed at the lengths to which I will go to make my children happy.  Princess Gingersnap’s birthday is this Saturday, and she has requested—nay, demanded—a Twilight Eclipse -themed sleepover party.  I now face the prospect of having around ten giggly tween girls taking over my house.  Husband Fixture and the Prince of Distraction will be banished to the dungeon, where they will gorge themselves on junk food and video games while I am up to my eyelashes in makeovers and Twilight movies. 

Today alone, I spent five hours driving around to 6 different stores in search of decorations, favors, and gifts for this party.  Anyone who knows me would tell you that I hate, despise, loathe, abhor, and revile shopping.  And the only thing I disdain more than shopping is running around to several stores to do this.   Despite my best efforts to obtain the necessary accoutrements at the lowest possible prices, Husband Fixture was still displeased (as he tracked my movements via online banking). 

Tomorrow begins the process of cleaning, baking, and filling favor bags . . .  Fun, fun, fun!  

In Celebration of Columbus Day

Today is one of those rare days when the kids, Husband Fixture, and I all have the day off.   After several busy weekends, we’ve declared today a pajama day, and are enjoying a Mel Brooks film festival. 

What does this have to do with Christopher Columbus discovering America?  Absolutely nothing.  I am just fine with that. 

“For what we are about to see next, we must enter quietly into the realm of genius.”

Like, Oh My God, It’s a Murder Mystery!

It’s the 25-year class reunion for the Westinburg High Class of 1985. It’s Retro Night, and everyone is dressed in their best 80’s fashion to celebrate the good ole’ days. But the good ole’ days weren’t always good, because one Westinburger has been murdered! Can the alumni figure out who the murderer is before another one bites the dust?

That's right, it's taken the better part of a year, but I finally finished writing the mystery for the murder mystery party I'm hosting in November. Why write it myself when there are several pre-written kits out there? That would be The Husband Fixture's doing. I purchased a pre-written mystery for our party last year. It was fun, and the guests enjoyed themselves, but I wasn't happy with the outcome. NONE of the clues given added up to the murderer, which made it tough for anyone to solve the mystery. So the Husband Fixture suggested that I write the next one myself.

I've written parts for 20 characters, and am anxiously awaiting confirmations from the participants so that they can begin choosing their parts. It's gonna' be like, totally awesome, ya' know?