Ah, life...

...Sometimes it gets in the way of blogging...

Saturday was Not the Momma's birthday. It went slightly better than Father's Day. And by slightly, I mean -->this<-- much. Friday night blew. I mean, we had fun at the bar and all. Little Monster had his popcorn, I had my yummy cheeseburger and beer. And then, it was over. For some reason, I came home, and my body was all: "Hey, guess what. You're going to be the age of 95 for the rest of the night! Have fun with this Par-TAY!" I tossed and turned all night long. All. Night. Long. I didn't even get close to sleep until 3:00 AM. And as if Little Monster knew I had just fallen asleep, he let out the loudest blood curdling scream I've ever heard escape his jowls -- that was a feat, let me tell you. I sat up in bed, aggravating the hip and shoulder pain I'd just managed to ignore. He got quiet again, but I went in to check on him. What was wrong? Nothing. Sleeping peacefully. Crazy kid.

It took me another 20 minutes or so to get to sleep. Fast Forward to 4:13AM. Remember that last paragraph? Go back and re-read it. Do that every hour until about 6:30 AM. When I quit going in to check on him. At 7:30, Daddy got up and took Little Monster out to get donuts (and even got me my favorite kind so when I woke up I could have a Saturday donut). Then went to do some work on our fifth wheel. Where he caught the plague because he was bitten by a flea from the mouse that we finally caught. I stayed in bed. And slept. On HIS birthday, he got baby duty first thing in the morning. How nice was that? That guy, he sure is a keeper.

I toiled all evening to make him a kick-butt dinner of LaChoy canned Chinese food. Served on a bed of fresh(ly opened) chow mien noodles. With sides of frozen and heated egg rolls and crab rangoon. He picked dinner. Whatev' The cake I made rocked.

Pictures to come later. When I don't have a Vacation Bible School Headache. More on that later too.