I think I have a weekend hangover or something like that. I feel pretty good BUT I’d give anything to rewind a day or two and repeat them and their perfection.
If you’ve been reading me for any amount of time, then you know that Rambo works 4 jobs and therefore he goes 5 full weeks without having a single day off. It takes 35 days of straight work before he hits a Saturday and Sunday off. But at that point, he gets 2 in a row. YAY! It sounds kind of yucky but we're just kinda used to it now.
Anyway, on his weekend off, the heavens open up and angels sing. We act like a real family who has real weekends off. We do really exciting things like sleep in and eat breakfast together. We go to movies and go on bike rides. We veg out and stay up late. We do all the things most normal families do every weekend – and it’s pure bliss.
Sunday, Rambo and I went and saw The Expendables….oh mee geee…those old guys are still freaking hot if you ask me. We also took a Harley ride to get frozen yogurt. Went to the neighbor’s house to hold their baby and talk some bull. Spent time with our girls a lot and just did a whole lotta nothing.
To burst my bubble and bring me back to reality, this morning Rambo got up at 4am as usual. I rolled over to go back to sleep after he kissed me as usual. NOT as usual – my daughter came running in our room crying because she’d had a nightmare about her little sister being hurt. I rubbed her back and told her to go back to bed.
In the meantime, Rambo had seen her TV on in her room after he showered at 4am and went into her room to check on her and being a man – he then got drawn in by the TV so he stood there and watched it for a minute. At this time, my daughter is going back to her room after her nightmare. She has no idea her Dad is standing in her room. Only a shadow in the glow of the TV light in his prison getup at 4am!
Did I mention it’s 4am? Like roosters aren't even awake yet.
And then I hear a blood-curdling scream. Because she then sees her Dad. But doesn’t know it’s her Dad.
Jesus f*ck – I shot up in bed and I think I yelled, “WHAAAATTTT?” I can’t remember. I just remember hearing Rambo yell, “It’s just me. It’s Daddy. Calm down.” And then more crying.
And then the other little girl is suddenly awake. Neither can go back to sleep so it’s still 4am – well probably 4:10 by now – and they decide to stay up and snuggle and chat and watch TV together until I get up for work.
At first I thought my daughter was screaming because she realized it was Monday and the weekend was over – because I mean really – that would have been appropriate but that wasn’t it.
Welcome to Monday. At 4am.
By 7am, I was at work – reading an email regarding our impromptu board meeting that was called for TOMORROW. I kept reading only to see a mounting to do list for me to prepare by TOMORROW. Ah yes. I love Mondays.
Have no fear though – it’s a 4 day weekend coming up due to the holiday so everything will be alright because Rambo has his second weekend off!! Holy Christ – it’s almost too good to be true.
I see swimming and barbecuing and Harley rides and loads of family stuff in our future. And probably another hangover.
Hopefully minus the blood curdling scream at 4am though!
And yes - I have now broken the record for how many times a person can write 4am in one blog post. Congratulations to me.
So how was your weekend?