The Queen's Rambles

I can’t believe I’m 39. It does not seem possible, though the mirror certainly tells me it is true. Having kids has wreaked havoc on my appearance. Yikes!

I had a pretty great day, as long as I wasn’t focused on the number. It’s spring break, so I got to sleep in. Since my mom is here, so I got to go to BodyPump without dragging along the kids. Going someplace without reluctant feet draggers is always a treat.

After a shower, we all piled in the van and headed to a book store. My mom watched the kids at the train play area while I wandered the store.

I adore wandering in a bookstore, but I don’t like to read paper books anymore. It makes me sad that I don’t enjoy those paper books, but the Kindle is much easier to handle and much more convenient so I know I won’t read a real book. I noticed the bookstore is becoming more and more like a toy store. I guess they have to do something to make money.

Several months ago we discovered that the next Magic Tree House book was coming out on my birthday, so Erik decided that’s what he wanted to get me for my birthday. We had a talk today about the whole “getting someone they actually want” thing. I bought the book for him, but made him get me something else. He randomly grabbed a book and asked my mom to hold it. I put it back and replaced it with a blue cupcake puzzle. He didn’t really notice. One day he’ll be a full functioning person that understands the value of gift-giving. One day.

Honestly, he has matured so much lately. I can’t believe how easy he’s been lately, and how grown-up he seems when he does his morning routine without help and wants to do so much cooking. All this hard work is paying off. End segue.

Afterwards, we headed to Target to get toothpaste, light bulbs and Cadbury Cream eggs. The toothpaste and light bulbs were necessary, but the Cadbury Cream eggs were just my special birthday treat.

Of course the light bulbs were the wrong ones. AGAIN. I have no idea what kind of light blubs we are supposed to be putting in my bathroom. None of the ones I find seem to function well on a dimmer switch. I bought a kind that looked like bathroom bulbs, but they don’t even fit in the holes.

Tonight we met up with our family friends for Mexican food! Yummy! They never go out to eat because they are afraid to take their kids anywhere, but their kids did fine. I can’t fathom not going out to eat since it is the thing I enjoy the most. I get really grouchy if we don’t have our Saturday lunch out.

Afterwards we came back to our place for cake and presents. I got a nice haul of Amazon gift cards, strange DVDs that Mike picked up somewhere, and. . . . . . Kenny Chesney tickets!!!! Very appropriate since he and I share a birthday!

All in all a pretty perfect day! Made even more perfect by the knowledge that Mike and I will be sunning ourselves in Flordia, hugging Harry Potter and palm trees this time next week. I am beyond thrilled that we finally have a chance to do this type of vacation. I was worried about leaving Elsa with my mom since Elsa can be so shy, but she is obsessed with her grandma so I think it will all be ok (if my sister can keep her act together).

Want to hear something private that made me all flustered and blushy today? Of course you do. Why else would you read a person’s diary?

I figured out that I will likely be having my period on this vacation. Ugh. Figures, doesn’t it? Then I remembered my old friend, Instead (now called Soft Cups). I used Instead for several years until I discovered my Diva Cup. The Instead is a disposable cup that you can use while having marital (or non-marital) relations. I love my Diva Cup–it is much easier to use than the Instead. I always found the Instead leaky. But. . . . obviously the Instead has one big advantage! It is going to save our anniversary vacation. What’s the point if it doesn’t involve lots of maritalling? The shipping was the same price as the cups, which almost made me not buy them. I NEVER pay for shipping. However, I had a stern talk with myself and told myself that $6 was a small price to pay for a sexy vacation. Duh. I’d spend a lot more than that just to have a little alone time. But paying for shipping *shudder*.

Anyway, the package was on the porch when we arrived home and the kids and my mom were like a bunch of yipping puppies. What’s in the package? Let’s open it! What’s in the package? I want to see! What is it what is it what is it what is it?

You’d think I get enough boring packages that they wouldn’t get a thrill if they see a box on the porch.

Normally I am pretty smooth and can tell my kids all sorts of falsehoods that make life easier, but all I could think of was “sex package! sex package!” and I was all sputtery and embarrassed. My mom must have been super curious.

It’s kind of funny since both kids have seen my Diva cup many times and Erik sort of knows all about it. He calls it the blood cup. I think I was mainly embarrassed that my mom was standing right there, yipping with my little puppies about the stupid package.

Finally I thought fast and told them it was my deodorant and they stopped slavering after the package.

And now I better run off to bed. I drank a glass of wine tonight (love, love, love sleeping so well when I drink this wine! So glad I discovered a kind I enjoy) and now I can barely keep my eyes open.