For as busy as this weekend was, it seems terribly relaxing in retrospect. Although I am tired (bed too late, up too early), I feel refreshed.
It all started Friday at the IKEA Pittsburgh happy hour for Burgh Moms. It was a lot of fun to see familiar faces I have been missing, as well as meet some new people. I really am going to have to update my Burgh Moms page — Twitter handles and all.
Saturday was a bit of a scramble up until I left for Erie around 2:30 p.m. I will have to expand on this later, but: my girls have two distinct ways of helping me make pizza dough.
The two-hour ride to Erie was bliss. It has been a long time since I made this drive in a car by myself, and for the most part I am okay with that. But it was nice for once to not have to police and/or throw snacks at the back seat. The soundtrack was M.I.A. and Rihanna, uncensored.
I then spent the next, oh, six hours laughing my ass off with/at my best friends M and N, and eating good food. It was lovely.
Sunday, I didn’t get up until 9:10 a.m. I cannot tell you the last time that happened. And I’m sure it’ll be years before it happens again. (And I’m totally okay with that.)
And then H and her munchkins (can you call a 7yo a munchkin, still?) came over for brunch, nicely hosted by my parents, who also loaded me up with food to take home.
And I was greeted at 3 p.m. by three very excited people when I finally arrived. My house was clean, and so the fact that the girls weren’t dressed didn’t even faze me. Dan informed me they were all “lounging”. Okay, then.
Then, my in-laws came over, and we served homemade pizzas, salad, fruit salad (courtesy of my SIL), and dessert (courtesy of my MIL). Several names were proposed for Bud: George, Gary (I think BIL-IL was joking), Luke (the girls’ choice), Georgio, Umberto… oh, lots. Dan and I kept our own council. Truth be told, I’m not sure we’ve decided yet. I’d just as soon wait to meet Le Bud to pick. Although I should be a list together. Maybe.
Dan said later that he wished I had picked a different weekend. “The timing just wasn’t great.” I laughed. “Honey, if I waited for the perfect timing, I’d never go.” He admitted that was true too. And gave me a kiss. “I missed you,” he said.
I missed him, too. And my own munchkins.
Still, those four hours in the car…. Sigh. Ah, well. At least I’ll have the memories for a while!
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