Saturday night

It's Saturday night and I'm grumpy again. What the heck? I think I could have used some alone time today but it didn't really happen. I did get to take a nap for about an hour so that was super extravagant. It's funny how naptime has really become "Mama's naptime". The 3 year old is just getting out of it. They are so good about doing quiet time though. Today, hubby was with them while I slept. Maybe I'm still tired and just need another nap, but for about 10 hours this time.

It's hard to figure out how to spend time wisely on the weekends. I tend to crave some alone time and when I do, I should just take it. On the otherhand, it's also the time when the 4 of us can be together. I really do love the bike rides, card games, reading about animals, cartoons, waffles and fruit in the morning all together. Sometimes I seem to get this calling to just sit and sulk like a little kitty though.

I wanted to go to the second hand store today, which is one of my favorite things to do. I wanted to spend a good long time looking at all the chipped china, fascinatingly colored and designed (and every now and then really awesome) tank tops, and handbags where sometimes one can find a beautiful Nine West or sporty something rather from REI. But it does take precious wandering time. I should have known when Hubby said he wanted to come to look for broken bikes to make a new folding bike and old pants to turn into capris for bike riding that it wasn't going to be relaxing. The other factor that didn't help the non-relaxing feeling was the 2 year old throwing a huge tantrum while her mother kept shopping, completely oblivious.

Ah well, I found a few good things and off we went, new/old broken bike and all. So I should just get over myself, yes? I made what I really thought was a fabulous yet slightly weird salad with avocado, tomato, and leftover pork chops in a peach preserve sauce. The 3 year old had fish sticks (his fav) and the 6 year old had a corn dog (his fav).

They then ate up their carrots and jelly beans like good little bunnies and got in the bath. Hubby said, "Go write in your blog and surf the net a little. When you come out, we'll have some shiraz and watch Micheal Clayton." He's very good about knowing (sometimes after the fact but still--wonderful that he knows) to get the heck away. Actually, I think it's a subtle and gentle way of telling me to go away! The boys are peacefully sleeping in their respective beds, I get my alone time, and I'm already feeling much better. Then maybe hubby and I can have our little date in the living room. It is Saturday night after all!