The weekend unplanned

The husband is away. This weekend is the annual guys trip to Dallas to see a Cowboys home game. That's right. We live in Philadelphia, but he and his friends are Cowboys fans. I have no explanation for that.

My weekend sans husband was orignally booked solid and included a quick jaunt down to Maryland to visit a friend and her new baby (Hi Kellie!), back home for a sewing lesson from my mom and a visit from my sister and her kids (Her hubby also being away.), which was also meant to be a photo session. Then, my friend Rose (who's husband is in Dallas with mine.) was coming over for food, wine and catching up. That was just on Saturday. Sunday was meant to include soccer practice, a brief stop in at a friend's jewelry party, then chauffeur Ella to two overlapping birthday parties.

But. Things didn't go quite as planned.

I let my mom and sister off the hook as they emphathized with my lack of free time. Then, earlier in the week a pipe connected to one of our radiators blew and let gushing water flood our basement. Turned out the HVAC guy was available Saturday morning, and kept me trapped in my house until mid-afternoon. There goes the trip to Maryland. Sorry Kellie. Rose did, however, come over with snacks and dessert. After a gourmet meal of wine, chips and queso, and homemade cinnabons, I got sucked into "Marley & Me" and proceeded to tear up sob through the last half of it. Sunday, at about 4 am, I find Kyra hugging the toilet desperate to vomit. Then, Ella woke up not feeling well. All I can think of is swine flu. Kyra had no appetite all morning and thankfully no fever, and Ella eventually came around. But soccer was out. I couldn't bring Kyra to the jewelry party in her condition and I was afraid to take Ella to the first birthday party. What if she was on the brink of illness? So I cancelled everything. By lunch time, everyone seemed back to normal. Foolish thinking? Probably. Kyra took a nap and is still a bit out of it. Could it be one of those illnesses that trick you into thinking it's not all that bad and then WAMMO, the body revolts and catches you at the grocery store staring at a puddle of throw up? Well, I'm not willing to find out. Kyra will be camping out in the bathroom.

Aside from all of this, I like when the husband goes away. I can eat ice cream in the middle of the day - courtesy of Rose. I can stay up late watching pathetic movies and shamelessly cry my eyes out. I can blow off my workout for the 8th day in a row and not give a shit. I don't feel compelled to do much of anything. And I don't feel guilty about it. I did, however, do a ton of laundry. And that? I'm okay with. If it will get put away, is another thing.

So my stuffed weekend became unstuffed. And it was good.