Hey Dear Readers, I just wanted to say thank you for the nice comments. No, the little sous chefs didn't cook me dinner. You woulda thunk I raised them better, but nope, I didn't. I have totally failed as a mom. You'll see why.
Warning: This post contains questionable parenting skills, bad manners, ECM not acting on her best behavior (The Man says jack-ass and he's right), and other stuff.
About a month ago, we were looking online to see if the S.F. Giants were playing on my birthday, and if they were, maybe, just maybe, buy some tickets for all six of us. Well, the Giants were playing on the 10th, but I told my husband hold up buying the tickets. We don't know the boys baseball schedule. Blah Blah Blah.
Two weeks ago, I was talking to Coach M about the boys baseball schedule and he informed me that although he wasn't sure, he thought they had a game. Scratch that... no Giants game. Then we got the boy's schedule and no game on the 10th. Game on, Wayne!
Rich and I talked to the kids about playing hookie from school on my birthday and we'll make a day of it. Sleep in, go out to breakfast or lunch, head to San Francisco, walk around, and then head to the game. My kids didn't want to miss school. WTF?! If my parents asked if I wanted to miss school, I would have been all over that. But no, my kids want to go to school. So then, we talk about picking them up early from class but Katie informs us she has theatre rehearsals for high school and our local theatre company. Game off Garth!
Wednesday the 9th, Rich asks me what I want for my birthday. I tell him I am almost out of Philosophy Amazing Grace lotion and I like to get another bottle but that means a 45 minute drive if there is no traffic and then we have to go to Sephora. "You know, a makeup store." I tell him. Rich says okay.
The 10th. We go fill up the car with gas at Safeway and because Safeway has a Starbucks we go get some of that. First mistake. See, they lure you in with the promise of Starbucks but it's really not. Every time I have got a frappuccino/mocha/hot chocolate/iced tea from there it's not good. How can you mess up iced tea?
We get down to Pleasanton, get to Sephora, stand in line with my stuff, give her my beauty rewards card to get my free birthday sample and.... she gets on her little Madonna microphone headset and announces that we have a birthday girl here.
Please, please, please, don't do that because I start blushing a furious red color. Then she promptly gives me skin care samples. Now I just want to yell at her. "What is my skin that bad? I'd rather have a few perfume samples." but so far I'm on my best behavior until... I pull out my check book and I've written my last check four days ago and never replaced them with a new book. So now I'm tripled embarrassed and want to get the hell out of there and never come back. (for the record, my husband and I have paid off all our credit cards and closed our accounts. Pulling out a credit card to pay is not an option.)
We leave Sephora. I just want to leave. Period. But Rich says let's find an ATM and go back and get it. We do go to an ATM but only after a quick spat. Me, going on about how I don't want go back, about how this isn't fun. Rich, being patient, saying it's okay, it's only a checkbook, this stuff happens all the time.
We go back to Sephora and get my lotion only after the makeup lady puts in even more samples then the first time and give me some extra freebies. To make me feel even more embarrassed, dumb, and like I have horrible skin. (Yes, I know she was being nice. Yes, I am going to the doctor on Tuesday because I think I have roseca and not adult acne. If that's the case, no amount of expensive skin samples are going to help me. So please stop putting them in there, I feel like a freak already.)
Then we go to Williams and Sonoma and I don't buy a single thing. Well, I didn't, Rich bought something for himself but that's for a later post. I saw some nice stuff but I just wasn't in the mood, if you know what I mean.
On the way home (thank god!)... Rich said instead of birthday cake we are going to get crêpes at Taste of Brittany. The man truely knows me because that was the best news I had heard all day.
I cooked the kids a light dinner of eggs over easy on toast with wilted spinach and grilled tomatoes so we could pig out on crepes. I had a crêpe à la Pomme and Rich and the kids had Crêpe Banana Splits.
The crêpes made up for the whole day and I think I want those instead of birthday cake from now on.
I started this post at 7:00 AM and am now just finishing at 11:00PM. This is how the last couple days have been around here. UGH!
I wanted to throw this out there...Rich says he's the only guy he knows who never gets in trouble for buying his wife kitchen stuff. It's true.
Posted by krysta at 11:00 PM