Random Esquire

It’s Sunday already? Here is the quick weekend update:

Friday night: Both home tired from work. Told Boss that I had planned something for her and her mother on Saturday. Boss does not like surprises. This one is hesitantly met.

Saturday morning: Clean! Mother-in-law is coming and Little Filthy needs a bath. We sang a new song in the bathtub. Sung to the tune of Frere Jacque. I’m a filthy animal! I’m a filthy animal! Please give me a bath! Please give me a bath! I want to be all fresh and clean! Not like I need Listerine! Wash me, please. Wash me, please. We sing the entire time. Boss tolerates us.

MIL arrives. Take her and Boss out for lunch. Then to pre-arranged date at the spa for both (this is what I planned with MIL, so they’d have some quality mother-daughter time). Facials and massages. Return to pick them up. Both glowing. Come home, relax. Take Boss and MIL out for dinner. Come home, pass out asleep.

Sunday: Walk Little Filthy. Get Sunday paper. Make coffee. Go pick up bagels. Feed the masses. Got birthday gift from MIL. YES! MIL and Boss head off to shop. I am going to try to get work done so that Boss and I can curl up on the couch and enjoy a peaceful Sunday night.

Mondays sure come quickly.