Patricia’s Pastimes

I had good intentions this last weekend.  I really did but did not really think it through.  Last Saturday was Lonnie’s birthday. You know the last one before senility steps in (he turned 49). I had this wonderful idea of going to Fort Worth with the grandkids, their parents, Brad and Amanda, and my friends. We could hang out downtown, go to the zoo, shop, and just be together.  Did I mention I wanted to take the kids? Why did anyone not try to stop me?  It turned out to be just Lonnie and I and the kids and no zoo. Well, not a real zoo with real animals.  Just our modified version of having two small kids in a small hotel room.

My husband only complained once.  And I think that was in the middle of the night when the boys were playing wake up tag. You parents know what that is: one child wakes up screaming and wakes the other one up.  The worst part of my selfish his-birthday agenda was when he dropped me off to get a pedicure with one of my best friends and he took off in a strange town with two crying, overly tired, hungry children in the hopes of keeping them entertained at a McDonalds.

I can only imagine what my birthday is going to be like.