The big plan for Father's Day weekend was to whisk Sexyhusbandomine away to someplace
But I made the fatal error of telling ComplicatedBoy that we would be gone for one night. At which point he Gauged his Eyes Out. O wait--that's Oedipus. I often get my own life and the play so mixed up.
I fell asleep Friday night gently turning over in my mind the idea of possibly
"Mommy I think I'm going to throw up"
Because I can sleep through practically ANYTHING but if The Banana stands beside my bed for two minutes, no matter how deep in REM I am, the full force of her stare will wake me up everytime. And nothing is worse than being woken up by THE STARE OF A CHILD WHO IS ABOUT TO VOMIT.
And so the next day was spent taking care of The Banana while Sexyhusbandomine and Cboy went off on an adventure. At one point I asked her if she needed anything and she replied "I NEED A BELL. A BELL TO RING SO THAT YOU WILL BRING ME THINGS." I realized then that I had taught her everything she needed in life.
I told The Banana that we did not have a bell, but she cleverly remembered that SANTA had brought a SET of bells this Christmas and so it is no wonder that when I finally got to whisk Sexyhusbandomine away for Father's Day brunch that I had A MIGRAINE THE SIZE OF THE STATE OF TEXAS. And for the record, I really wasn't going to actually kill the waitress if she didn't bring the bread basket in the next three minutes. Probably Not.
If this were not a Family Blog (Hi Nonnee) I might write more about the three hours that I did manage to whisk Sexyhusband away for...hours that involved several bloody marys and perhaps a Priceline negotiation. But I can say no more except for the fact that Sexyhusbandomine is one of the best Dad's in the world, and I love him tons.
Now...how many days until Mother's Day again?