Weekend Warrior

I absolutely refuse to dedicate another post to viruses, flues, or germs. Despite the popularity of this subject, and the fact that in the past 10 days, all of the above have managed to seek and destroy life as I know it here on the Brennan Ranch; I promise not to speak of sickness today.

For that reason, I sit with a cup of hot tea, wrapped snugly in a cover, (which is being used to squeeze the fever out of my brain), and I'm focusing on blogging if for only a ten minute catch-up of weekend activities.

Murphy's Law truly ruled the last 2 days. It must have known that when I was in need of the most rest, I was pulled in a million different directions.

The highlight of course was my little Scooter's Fourth Birthday. This is the one time I will thank the recession when a few weeks ago we decided to do a birthday at home. I could only imagine my state of mind if I had been stuck in a Chuckee Cheeses. No matter how bad you feel, there is no canceling a child's birthday, unless they themselves have been abducted by aliens. A party would still be expected if I had been abducted by aliens, but remember, this is Murphy's Law at work, and I was forced to stay grounded for the day.

I guess the mixture of prescriptions, cough medicine, and pain killers took their toll. We were about to sing Happy Birthday when my five year old realized I hadn't put enough candles on the cake. (And the educational system finally pays off). Despite this small hiccup, the party went well, and as I promised Scooter, (he will tell you) he grew another inch on his birthday.

On Sunday I again overscheduled for someone who wasn't quite ready to take on the world. I told my parents I would take a ride to the Philadelphia Flower Show. Hubby was looking forward to a day with the boys. And so I went.

I try to take this annual trip when I can. I use it as an excuse to get new ideas for my garden. The harder truth is that my parents are the ones with green thumbs, and apparently that strain of DNA never made it through the blood stream.

I came close a few times to napping right on the Convention Center Floor, but there was entirely too many people. Besides, the thought of being stamped on the forehead with a Jimmy Choo made the whole idea less than desirable. I marched on.

We finished the morning with a light lunch. I returned to my minivan and took off back to home. There's nothing like walking in on a Daddy Day. It was as if life ceased the minute I left. Teeth had still not been brushed, hair not combed, and one child still in his PJ's at noon. I did not recognize this chaos. I smiled in spite of it all because the way I saw it, after a head count I still had 2 children, one husband, and a dog. This was good enough for me. In fact, I was so content, I went to bed.

And that is where I stayed until 5pm. I would like to report that I woke up feeling better, but I won't report either way, because I am not talking about germs anymore.

Well, the city of Philadelphia just reported a snow emergency! Normally, I would be stoked. I'm guessing my son will be off from school, and I will be pulling a sled and continuing to learn the art of snowball construction.

And so, I will march on.