OH, the weekend...

Well, let's see.... Friday, I was sick, Saturday, I was sick, Sunday, I was sick. I could be wrong, but I'm sensing a pattern here. Are you? So I spent most of my weekend in bed, miserable with my trusty medications and a barf bag. Can you believe Matt actually tried to carry on a phone conversation with me in the background yakking up whatever it was I may have thought about eating. Imagine what the person on the other end on the phone was thinking... "Man, he's a jerk! He hasn't even asked if she's ok?" or "Did Matt say they were expecting?" or how about, "Dude, turn the volume on the TV down!" Which only goes to show that Matt is so accustomed to my being sick that it equates to background noise for him. That's sad, really, really sad.
On the happier side of the planet the boys had a great weekend. Thanks in part to our many considerate and generous friends. Natasha and Stace cooked up, I use this phrase on purpose, that Riley and Parker should come and spend Friday night with them. They planned to spoil them rotten. Which they did. Riley and Parker had a great time! Apparently, Riley told everyone, "You guys get the cold lonely pool. I get the hot tub with the ladies!" The boys had a fantastic time. Thank you Stace, for giving them this break I think they so desperately needed. They smiled, really smiled when they came home and it felt great to see it. You made my weekend so much better. Gabe had a friend over, Felix, he's been a friend for years. Gabe wanted to show off his new all-his-own- room. They played games, rode bikes, planned raids on the kid down the street. And they were both asleep by midnight. Worn out. I sent Felix home exhausted. So all in all, it was a good weekend. My kids were happy, that makes me happy. I don't think I have met a person like Stace. She always has a smile, a plan. She's informed on current issues and kid issues and is just this amazing ball of energy! Seeing as how most days, I don't want to get out of bed, I really admire that in her. Thanks again.

Oh, let's not forget the lotto on when my hair falls out. If you haven't texted, or emailed me with the date you choose, the dollar amount you want to donate. Hurry up! My hair is starting to thin. Winner gets a gift card and and gets to choose the charity it benefits.