When I went to sleep on Friday night, I was pretty worried about our weekend.
Jude had a 7:45 am baseball game on Saturday morning, which I consider to be outright abuse. For the parents, not the kids. And on top of the cruel and unusual start time, I was the SNACK MOM. Argh.
But at 7:00 am Saturday, I woke up to the pleasant sound of a downpour. Yes, it actually DOES rain in Southern California. I checked my phone and was greeted by the happy news that the game was cancelled! I did a brief happy dance, then got back into bed and stayed there until TEN. Can we hear a "Woohoo"?!
When I finally got up, I put the Corned Beef and Cabbage in the good ole Crockpot and got St. Patty's day rolling. Jimmy was teaching, and Jude was reveling in the new video game he had purchased for himself.
I had about 200 things I sincerely needed to get done, but instead decided to get back into the bed.
Oh yes, I did. I got back into bed and proceeded to watch a bunch of episodes of The Wire, which yes, I know, everybody has always told me was a brilliant show, but no, I hadn't ever watched, I don't know why. I am now hereby HOOKED. So I basically lay there watching Baltimore hoodlums and knitting until it was time to take the corned beef out. So...9 hours. Oh yeah. And I drank a couple of beers for St. Patty's too.
I must say, the corned beef turned out to be MOST excellent. Even Mr. Picky ate a big plate of it and proclaimed "That's the best meat I've ever had!" So maybe he's somehow inherited a minuscule amount of Irish blood from about 9 generations back on my side.
Jude then proceeded to build his best leprechaun trap yet...
Coins were carefully placed to lure the greedy little guy up the first badminton racket, onto the small blue chair, on top of the little pail, up to the big chair, then out to the end of the second badminton racket, which would then flip sideways, dropping the wee man into the green plastic bin. Jude went to sleep secure in the knowledge that the next morning, he would be the lucky recipient of a very large pot o' gold. Very tricky.
Unfortunately, the old leprechaun out-tricked us once again. He collected much of the money, but somehow, when the racket flipped sideways, he avoided capture. He must have done some gymnastic moves to swing himself over the edge. So, no pot o' gold for us.
Do y'all do the leprechaun trap thing? My friend Lynn's daughters attempted a much more girly, but no less clever method. They constructed a small and VERY plush little home for the leprechaun, in the hopes that he would simply decide to move in. Surely, a dainty, snug little house in North Hollywood would be better than living behind a damp old rock somewhere in Ireland, right? But sadly, he did not fall for this either.
The most successful child I heard of this year, was my friends Brian and Laura's daughter, Noelani, who, being half Irish, clearly knows a thing or two. She didn't even try for the capture/pot o' gold thing. She just left him a beer. Which he drank, and left her a bunch of candy. Maybe this would be the way to go next year. Though Jude really has his heart set on the pot o' gold.
So Saturday night Jude talked his way into our bed yet again because it was really TWO holidays. Oh, did I not mention the second? Sunday was my BIRTHDAY.
Yes, I am even MORE old.
Sunday morning, Jimmy and Jude made me a very large breakfast in bed. I mean, large. Eggs, bacon, hash browns, toast, fruit. I can't remember the last time I ate that much food in the morning. Man.
And everybody asking me "What do you want to do for your birthday?" And you know what I answered? "Nothing." And that was true. I just didn't want to have to do ONE DAMNED THING.
We went to church, then came home and I piddled on the computer and then Jude whooped my butt playing Mario Party 9 on the Wii, then we went out for Mexican food and a tasty margarita, came home and I took a REALLY long hot shower and went to bed. It was 8:00 pm.
Jimmy and Jude both worked VERY hard to do sweet little special things for me all day - bringing me treats and flowers and hot towels in the shower. Very pampering.
Luckily, our little family is of the firm belief that a birthday is celebrated for one whole week, so I suspect they have a few other surprises in store. I think I'm going to go get a mani-pedi today or maybe tomorrow. Maybe a foot massage. Hmmmm.
Hope you all had a lovely weekend. How did you celebrate my birthday?