It's Saturday Night and I ain't got nobody...

Kevin and I lucked out with a dual day off. This is not a frequent occurrence now that we are working opposing schedules. So when we have a full 24 hours off together, we do not do housework. We rarely work in the yard. We minimize anything resembling an errand.

We do have loads of fun.

While our day started at the normal time (5:42am, actually a bit of a sleep in) we lounged in pajamas until 8ish. We alternated Patrick's shows between "It's a Big Big World" (puppets in the rainforest) Wiggles Safari (featuring the Crocodile Hunter), and Leapster Word Factory. There is some pretty sweet kiddo TV out there! The Wiggles are really growing on me. I especially like Anthony. He wears the blue shirt. I guess he's straight, as evidenced by a wife and three kids. But you wouldn't know it by his dancing. We drank our coffee, checked Facebook, and played with the kids. The whole family went for a walk to Jefferson School Playground and the dogs got to run around. We went out for breakfast, and Patrick actually ATE something we ordered for him. Oatmeal, his choice.

Next, off to the mall. I wanted a good pair of walking/running shoes. I have several pairs of casual shoes, like Merrils and Keens, but I wanted something real. I now own Reeboks with micro-balance technology. We tried to get Patrick to try on sandals, but he was too busy having a meltdown. Home we went.

A pedicure or a nap...and I chose the pedicure. I now have iridescent teal blue toes with a white curlicue design on my big toes. Kevin vegged at home with the kids, neither who took a nap. By the time I got home, we were at the point of no return. Patrick could NOT take a nap or we'd be up with him forever. Now the challenge was to keep him up. We needed to get out of the house, but we couldn't drive too far or he'd fall asleep. We hit the playground at Titlow Park. And he almost did fall asleep but I kept harassing him until we arrived.

The rest of the day it was painfully obvious that the boy still needs to nap but doesn't want to nap at a good time, like noon. Patrick alternated between meltdown and hyper. Aren't you all jealous, those of you who know my sweet boy?

And our other child was with us today. She's just forced to go with the flow. So I forget to write about her. And she napped at convenient times, like throughout breakfast, during shoe shopping, and half the park trip. Currently Fiona is sleeping in the swing with the vacuum on. If I turn it off, she'll wake up. As I type I'm listening to Spilled Milk podcast on headphones. I occasionally turn it off to make sure Patrick is still in bed. Kevin is at the movies, cashing in on my pedicure this afternoon. He's going to see Twilight: Eclipse. I love that my man is cool enough to go see a teen chick flick by himself. On a Saturday night.

I'd been fighting a headache for three days. Interrupted sleep, too little water, and poor eating habits caught up with me. As I sat in the spa pedicure chair with my new Julia Quinn novel, I realized that I was really feeling depleted. Not enough time for myself at all. It seems like such a cliched Mom complaint, but I'm understanding why we all keep talking about it. Because it's such a hassle! Yesterday my "alone time" was sleeping in the car in the parking lot of Trader Joe's because both kids fell asleep. Appreciated, but still pretty lame. I remind myself daily that this time is short. Fiona and Patrick won't always be this young. Fiona will sleep through the night (someday). Patrick will poop in the potty (someday soon please God). They'll be off to school and their world will expand beyond me. Someday I'll be sweetly nostalgic about being their everything. I might even miss it. But today, tonight, it's still hard.