So, I guess I should have known that our 8th anniversary was going to be a dud when I asked Justin last week: "What are we gonna do for our anniversary?" And he held out his arms, and said, "This is it." We were at a nice restaurant in the Caribbean. I said something like, "We don't have to go out, but you'll cook, right?" Justin does 90+ percent of the cooking around here, so making that suggestion was not completely outlandish. And honestly, it wasn't Justin's fault that it was just a bad day. Here's how it went:
Got all out of sorts because our HOA encourages tattle tailing.
I dropped off Duncan at school. He cried. I cried.
I was jamming to "I Ran" by the Flock of Seagulls...almost got into an accident.
Duncan fell asleep, so we got some McD's and went to the park for a picnic lunch and playtime (this was a lot of fun, actually.)
Got flipped off after leaving the park.
I decided I hated where we live, and should move.
Got some bad news from the doctor (he wants me to go on some medicine that makes me sick.)
Dinner: Frozen Pizza
I watched the Braves game BY MYSELF!!!
On the plus side:
The trip to the park with D.
Justin got me a chocolate bar.
Got E-cards from my parents and sister
I guess I have high expectations.
Last year I got food poisoning a couple of days before our anniversary. We weren't sure if it was a virus or food poisoning at the time, so Justin kept the kids away all day. Evan would sneak upstairs to visit. He came in the door and looked at me, like he didn't know what to think of a sick mommy. I was pleased that he wanted to check on me, but was afraid he would get sick, too. Justin would quickly usher him out of the room. Unfortunately, on one of these occasions, I was grabbing for the throw up bowl. I did the deed. After seeing Duncan spit up for a few months, Evan knew what was going on with Mommy, and told Daddy, "Mommy spit up" as they left the room. I was recovered enough on our anniversary for us to go to the Aquarium. The grandparents came over to babysit. I had hoped to have fish for lunch, and go view fish, but I just wasn't up to it. I got a baked potato and salad, but the waitress forgot the salad, so she just charged us for my drink. So, that was probably the cheapest anniversary! And I don't recommend going to an underwater sort of exhibit when your tummy is a little queasy.
Well, there's always next year.