So How Was Your Weekend?

This post became a monster as I wrote it, so I summarized for those of you with ADD or too little time in your day to waste reading the maudlin writings of an overly emotional female or if you just like to cut to the chase, plain and simple. So choose for yourself, the long version or the short. However, no fair asking for clarification or further detail if you choose to read only the short version. Clarification provided only to those who’ve already waded through the long meandering version. Thanks.

Signed, The Management

LONG VERSION:
There are so very many things on my mind lately, too many apparently because this past weekend went from being jam packed with activities to me giving up on several of them, and sleeping way too much. The fact of the matter is that you just can’t be more than one place at a time. Add to that my propensity for making N my number one priority. On top of that throw in the wacky mind of a person like me who thinks she can schedule things back to back to back to back. Throw in a couple of unexpected emotionally charged conversations with a couple of different people and just like that you’ve got a weekend disaster just waiting to happen. Happen it did, and the results were less than stellar.

Made it to the Illini game on Saturday. Didn’t make the post game party for which I’d signed up and paid because we had to get back home to get N to the fall festival at his school. Originally the plan had been for W to take care of the N stuff while I did my own thing, which would’ve included a quickie with K on the way to the Halloween party the bi group was having. However, K had cancelled so that part was out. Then W had a meltdown about how things were going, and he was angry at me for not attending the post game party in deference to the party at N’s school. He thought N could live without attending the fall festival, but N was crestfallen at the thought of not being there. I insisted that N be allowed to go and if W wouldn’t take him I would. I cancelled my plans then to go to the bi group’s party because that was going to overlap and cause problems. While I was online sending an email to cancel with the bi group I saw that BJ had sent me a couple of emails that day so I took the time to open them and find out that he wanted to talk. I also then took the time to stop by his blog to see if I could get the general flavor of what he wanted to discuss. We then went, all three of yes (yes, W went in spite of having his meltdown about it and getting me to change plans with the bi group), to the fall festival at school. It was small, but N had fun and enjoyed playing with his classmates, who included Chewbacca, a glowing green nuclear guy of some sort, the grim reaper and a couple of princesses (I’m sorry, but does every freaking girl have to be a freaking princess?) to round out the group. N, as the Devil, was a big hit. I thought he was a bit typecast, but he was happy. When we got home, I sat down in the recliner and almost immediately fell asleep and napped for a couple of hours, long enough that I was incredibly groggy after I woke up.

Sunday all was well as N woke us at 7:00 a.m. plenty of time to get ready for Sunday School and church. Except it turned out it was actually 8:00 a.m. and not 7:00 a.m., but we didn’t figure that out until showers had been taken, and dressing had occurred and we thought it was a few minutes before 8:00 a.m. but was actually a few minutes before 9:00 a.m. Sunday School starts at 9:00 a.m., and we weren’t going to make it. How did this confusion occur? Well, in my bedroom I have a “smart” alarm clock. It automatically adjusts itself for Daylight Savings Time in the spring and back to Standard Time in the fall. HOWEVER, Congress in it’s infinite wisdom and inability to handle real issues has mucked around with the dates of the changeover. No longer does the “fall back” change happen on the 4th weekend of October, but now happens on the 1st weekend of November. My alarm clock was not informed of the change so it “fell back” overnight on Saturday/Sunday night leaving us going by the wrong time until I finally had glasses on my face and watch on my wrist and looked at the watch. From there, the day just never quite got back on kilter. BJ and I talked in the afternoon for about an hour just before I went grocery shopping. I was in the baking mood so when I got home I made pumpkin spice muffins, which turned out very well by the way, while N played with a friend on the Playstation. After that it unintentionally became nap time again, and it was already dark when I awoke to N complaining of being hungry. We had dinner, watched a little TV, got N to bed. Later I was watching the news when they mentioned the Illini basketball Orange & Blue Scrimmage yesterday afternoon. We had tickets for that. We had every intention of attending. We forgot, just flat out forgot that instead of shopping and baking and playing we should have been headed to see Illini basketball. When I realized I’d missed it I cried. W didn’t know what to say. There was nothing to say. We missed it. I forgot all about it. Those things are my responsibility to remember because I’m the one who wants to go, and I forgot. I was stunned, devastated that I had forgotten something that is usually near the top of my priority list. I was chatting with BJ on Yahoo at the time I realized it. I didn’t mention it to him at all. After all, it was over and done, nothing could change it, so why bitch and moan? Just move on.

SHORT VERSION:
Illini football game – made it, Illini won, Good
Post-game alumni party – didn’t make it, wasted money on tickets, Bad
Fall festival – made it, N enjoyed it, Good
Hookup with K – didn’t make it, K cancelled, Bad
Bi group Halloween party – didn’t make it, wasted money on costume, Bad
Sunday School & Church – didn’t make it, third week in a row, Bad
Baked muffins to start annual Fall Baking Frenzy – made ‘em, delicious, Good
Illini basketball scrimmage – didn’t make it, forgot all about it, Very Very Bad
BJ and me – back together. . . I think. . . Very Very Good. . . I think. . .