I just saw this on another blog and was thinking how funny it was that my life is nothing like
hers...at all.
But an intriguing question nonetheless. My exciting weekend started off with an interview at the branch president's house. It was at 7 pm. I went there straight from work, so I was still in my suit when I got there. But thankfully, I didn't feel overdressed because he was in a suit too.
(I know, you are riveted at this point, thinking, "could it get much better?")
At some point before the interview my roommate had called asking if I could babysit Max. Well, I had no great plans, so why on earth not? Besides, she often lays breakfast out for me in the morning, packs me lunch, and cooks me dinner.
OF COURSE, I'll babysit Max.
I was driving home, pondering the greatness of the invention of the GPS, when I got a call from Stephanie.
"Are you still planning on coming?"
Complete pause.
"Uh, oh, yyyyyeeeessss, I am still planning on coming." Truth was, I'd totally forgotten that I'd responded to the facebook invite to go to her concert.
"But I am running late, so I don't think I'll get there in time...and I am going to bring Max with me, if that is o'k."
"Sure, I just wanted to know if I should have Shane save a seat for you or not."
"Best not, because I'll be late, and I'll need two seats. See you there!!"
I called my roommate; she got Max ready to go out. He had a bright, yellow, Sponge Bob Square Pants hat on when I got home. I kept the heels and changed into a black dress.
Max and I headed out into the night.
When we arrived and usher found us a seat where we "wouldn't disturb people." As we sat in our seats I scanned the crowd. No other children anywhere to be seen.
The concert was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G, and I am not a huge fan of classical music. I was amazed at how phenomenal they were, especially for a community orchestra. Max picked his nose through the first half of the concert.
After intermission, poor little Max fell into a deep sleep in the theater chair that his body weight barely kept down. Thankfully he wasn't snoring. After grappling with what the best mode of action was, I decided to carry him out.
I softly grabbed his hand in an attempt to wake him up, but he was COMPLETELY out of it. I pulled his little body onto my lap, and managed to stand up without "disturbing people." A kind usher saw my plight and steadied me by holding my elbow as I carried the 60-pound child down the red, carpeted staircase in four inch heels.
It was quite a long walk to the car and I tried to hold Max tightly in my arms. When he woke up enough to stand up, I managed to get his Sponge Bob hat back on. He walked groggily to the car.
I discovered as I got Max ready for bed, that his mom had dressed him over his pajamas. Smart woman.
What did you do last night?
