Happy Monday!

My last post was kind of whiny. Sorry about that. I have this tendency to get overly emo when I'm having a bad day or week, and I seem to always forget that things can and will change. My weekend did improve, even though the sleep issues did (and will continue to, I'm sure) persist. Oh well. I keep telling myself that if this is all I have to deal with, then I am a lucky woman.

We had our date night on Friday. It'd been a long time coming.



We went out to dinner, where I tried asparagus for the first time and didn't make any modifications to my dinner order. Both things are huge for me. I think I've mentioned before that I have a lot of food phobias. I know most people think they are absolutely ridiculous, but for me they are very real and associated with some painful things. However, I now have a child and I don't want him to grow up as picky as me. So I'm trying new things. And it's not so bad, really.

After dinner, we went out for drinks to celebrate Becki's birthday. I got unapologetically tipsy, shamelessly talked about dildos, and spilled ranch dressing all down one leg of my pants. Awesome. Sometime during the evening, the conversation turned to FarmVille, and Becki and I were discussing how you can harvest your animals. She then said loudly, "You can't sell cat hair!" Which was hilarious, because every time you brush your farm cats, you get coins for their hair. So freaking weird. Leave it to us drunkards to realize how weird that game really is.

Saturday morning we got an early start and headed on down to the farmers market. Later on we met a couple of friends for lunch, and then in the afternoon, we drove out east a bit to see the snow.










Beautiful, yes? It was pretty damn magical, despite the long line of cars and the fact that Chuckles slept through most of it.

Sunday was lazy. We went out to our favorite Thai place, and Charlie entertained us with his food-covered face.



I got some time to lounge around in bed while Roy took Charlie for a long walk. We went to family dinner, and once we were back home with Chuckles in bed, we cleaned the house. I like to clean on Sundays, because it puts me in the right frame of mind for the week ahead.

Today has been low-key but still good. I feel a little silly for my Friday outburst, but by the end of the week, I am usually very tired anyway. Add sleep training to that, and you've got the makings for one stressed mama. I've got a lot of fun things planned for this week, so I'm hoping at the end of the week I'll be feeling less tense.

Anyway, blah blah blah. They should call me the Rambler, for realz. What'd you do this weekend?