I did nothing this weekend.
Let me repeat.
My child woke up looking like this:
So, no outside for us.
I used Pookah’s allergies as an excuse on Saturday. I stayed in my pajamas, read a book all day and ate Pizza. Pookah played around the house or watched episode after episode of Backyardigins.
And Star Wars.
It didn’t kill him, and by the end of the day, he looked more like himself..
Sunday, Pookah and I went grocery shopping and then he and his Dad cleaned off the patio. The boy got soaking wet in the process and LOVED it. Kept saying he did “work” with Daddy.
Where was I? Inside, laying on the couch, not caring that my child was getting soaked.
It dawned on me sometime during Pookahs nap that I was supposed to go to work and I heard a resounding “HELL NO” in the back of my head.
Therefore, I did something I rarely do: I called in” it’s too nice to come in and deal with ya’lls bullshit.”
And felt much better.
When Pookah woke up, C-Dub told him we were going to the park to ride his big wheel.
Pookah hasn’t quite figured out that the park means outside too.
So he threw ten falling out fits while getting in the car.
But of course, he bounced back while riding.
“Fire engine Mommy!”
It was a perfect Sunday afternoon……
We all came home exhausted, ate, and went to bed.
That was my weekend, how was yours?