You know what I missed this weekend? Getting good and tipsy! I'm telling you, this long, dry spell without any solid vacation days is a BEATING! Friday night, Mr. Confusia came home with some Jose Cuervo and margarita mix, and I STILL didn't manage to properly partake. What's wrong with me???
Saturday, after taking Jr. to her voice lesson in Dallas, we decided to go out to Denton Creek so Mr. Confusia could fish for sand bass. It was such a beautiful day, and it's been so long since I've really enjoyed time outdoors. When we arrived, I stuck the baby in the little frontpack carrier thing, and we started hiking down to the creek. People kept telling him the fish weren't biting, etc. Within ten minutes of fishing, he'd caught the first one. I decided to take the baby down to where he was to see what he'd caught. When we got there, it was so muddy, I decided to just hang out there rather than try to get back. When it came time for us all to go back, Mr. Confusia took the baby, and started trekking back like it was nothing! I already had mud all over my ass from where I'd slid earlier, but that was nothing compared to how I ended up! About halfway there, I made a really bad decision on where to step and sank past my ankle into mud. I pulled my foot out of the mud, but came up with just a sock. My shoe was still in the mud. So I took another step to pull my shoe out of the mud, and ended up with that foot stuck, too.
There I was, both feet stuck in the mud, my shoe in another mud hole, calling for help! I was laughing so hard. Meanwhile, Jr. got herself stuck in mud in another spot. Mr. Confusia had the baby, but came back to help me. He grabbed my arm and started trying to pull me out of the mud. He was laughing, and teasing us. "This is what I get for fishin' with a bunch of GIRLS!"
So he gets me out of the quagmire, hands me the baby, then goes to pull Jr. out of the mud. She's stuck at the bottom of an incline, and can't climb up. Finally, she and I get back to where we started from, and he goes back to get the stringer of fish he caught. I had my hair up in pigtails, sitting there in muddy socks, scraping mud off my sneakers with a stick. I had clumps of mud on one leg from ankle to ass, and almost that on the other. Pretty girl! ha ha
After that, we drove to the husband's brother's place. We had such a good time! The guys decided they'd get up super early and go back to the creek, so we ended up staying the night there. I chose to stay there with the sister-in-law so I wouldn't have to get up before the roosters. The next morning, I go to change the baby's diaper, and after removing the wet one, discover that I have no more. I get the sis-in-law to drive me to the store, leaving her seventeen year old with the baby. When we got back, I had to laugh. My little 5 month old...my sweet little, baby girl is lying in her baby cot as naked as the day she was born, watching TV with her fat, little legs propped up on the edge of her mini-playpen, and both hands resting behind her head. Who's a good mommy? ha ha
What a weekend! -Confusia
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Awww! I want one more baby! Or maybe I don't. I flip-flop regularly. I'm old as hell. Anyway, it sounds like it was fun.
I hear you on the break, though. Hubby isn't sympathetic, though. He reminds me that he only has a few days off a year. I remind HIM, that my job is hell on earth. I deserve tose days, plus a hundred thousand more a year. At least.
From the time you get back from Christmas Break until Spring Break is the most hellacious time of the year for any teacher anywhere. As I told my also unsympathetic husband the other night. "Look, you get kids from the time you get home until their bedtime. I have them ALL DAY! I spend all day repeating myself like I'm a crazy person. Everything I say, I say it at least twice, usually three or four times! I NEED these breaks!" "I NEED these breaks!" lol
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