Sometimes, I am just as dumb as a stump.
Jude and I got back to Los Angeles from New York on Tuesday night at 10 pm, exhausted and jet lagged. Wednesday morning, we woke up ridiculously early because we were still on New York time.
So what did I decide to do that day? Rest and regroup? Unpack and do laundry?
No. We went to another waterpark! Another huge group of parents/kids were heading up to Ojai, CA to the little waterpark there, and we just couldn't resist joining. It ended up being 7 grown ups and...prepare yourself...20 children! Crazy. By the time we got on the road for the 1 1/2 hour drive back to LA, it was about 6:30 pm. I was so unbelievably tired that I kept pinching myself on the leg to keep from falling asleep at the wheel because I was still on New York time. Stupid.
Thursday ended up being the regroup/laundry day. Finally. Though there was no much-needed rest. The house was a disaster. Well, Jimmy wouldn't like me telling you that, but it's the truth. The man had managed to keep the place relatively tidy, but hadn't done one bit of sweeping/dusting/deep cleaning/vacuuming. It was one big dust bunny. And we had ZERO food in the house. I have no idea how the man fed himself for the two weeks he was here without us. I'm horrified to see the Visa bill - I suspect he ate out every meal. Ergh!
On Friday, I took Jude plus his friends AJ and George to Santa Monica for Beach Friday. You know, it's really a good thing that I only have one child, because I am just not cut out for a herd. The noise level in the car was at airplane decibels. I don't know how you moms of many handle it. I kept praying for a Cone of Silence or something. And how do you keep track of all of them? When we got to the beach, I sat all three of them down and gave them three rules -
- DO NOT let me lose you!
- DO NOT whine!
- Memorize and use the following sentence "My goodness, Mrs. D, you certainly look young and thin in your bikini!"
They followed my rules very well, and so all was well.
On Saturday, I was absolutely fried. I'm just having the hardest time getting on CA time. I'm exhausted all the time. And on Saturday night, I had to go to a birthday party at a super hip and cool Hollywood bar. I'm just too old and tired for this kind of stuff, and seriously, if I'm going to be hanging out with a group of women, I want to be some place where we can talk and gossip. But it was a really cool bar - La Descarga. It's a Cuban-style speakeasy - an unmarked door, a doorman who won't let you in unless your name is on the list, a walk up a long, sleazy stairway, then admission through the back of a hidden armoire. Very fun. Once you get inside the place, there are mojitos galore and an hourly burlesque show!
Then last night, I was supposed to have my writer's group meeting, which I'd been looking forward to for weeks. At 9:20 pm, I was undressing to climb into a nice hot bath, when suddenly I remembered about my meeting, which I should have been at at 6:30! I rushed around the house, wearing nothing but a bra, found my phone with numerous texts and phone messages asking where the hell I was, I yanked my clothes back on and drove over there like a madwoman.
So clearly, this reentry thing isn't going well.
Okay, I just reread this post, and it's boring and whiny as hell. Sorry. Hopefully, this next week will be a little more relaxing as Jude starts 4th Grade on Wednesday.
Hope your summer is wrapping up well. I think that my Spin Cycle this Friday will be a Camp Mama Season Finale.
Until then, I think I'm gonna try to get some sleep.