So Halloween was a success. Mostly. Apart for my huge cowboy vest fail. But it was an amusing fail, so who cares.
In retrospect, it would have made way more sense to sew the patches on instead of sticking them on with sticky felt. Then they wouldn’t have fallen off, stuck to my wood floors, stuck to my shirt, stuck to everyone and, well, you get the point. Mental note for next year: make costume WAY ahead of time (just like this years plan).
Vince sure made a cute cowboy. All boys should dress-up as cowboys. Maybe all men too. Mummy like.
Anyways, one week later, I ran my second 5 k this year. This went much better than the first one I ran in August. Or so I thought. It was very exhilarating. My time was better, as was my pace. It was just all around better. We followed up that event by having dinner with the family for Edward’s upcoming 35th birthday at our favorite Cuban restaurant (Padrinos).
And we followed that by having Daylight Saving screw us royally in the ass and then beat the shit out of us.
F you time change! And F your friend Sunrise too.
Vince woke up at 4 am. And me, in my sleep deprived deludity, opted to bring him into our bed hoping that he would go back to sleep.
I know you are asking “And when has that ever worked Jaime?” and I have no response for you. Because it hasn’t ever. And so V kicked me for 2 hours. Edward played with his itouch (and I nearly throttled him… ). I said “Hi Vincent” in response to his adoring “Hi Mummy” about a million times. And finally after not sleeping for 2 more hours, Vince and I got up and went downstairs and had breakfast.
I do not do well on little sleep.
After 5 pm, I turn into a crank monster.
Poor V. He turns into one too. And the two of us together are just not a good combination.
Food was thrown, so were chairs. And bottoms were spanked. There was much heightened emotion on the lower level of our residence. And then someone went to bed.
Which is what I am doing. I am looking forward to Monday so much, it’s kind of shocking.
xoxo sweet dreams and night nights