I definitely needed a nap, aka an escape from reality, because my pre-nap reality was getting pretty crabby.
I'm not sure if it was my very busy week at work followed by evenings of running kids to and fro every single minute of every single night this week, or if it was the constant, incessant noise and demands and phone ringing since walking through the door tonight, or if it was the dog running from the front door to the back door to the front door to the back door - all while whining because Kyle was playing outside without her that caused me to nearly lose my mind. But whatever the reason, I nearly did LOSE MY EVER-LOVING MIND tonight. That nap was my saving grace. Along with a very smart husband who made me a Disaronno and Diet Coke and let me snooze on him while demanding absolutely nothing at all. (Thank you, hon.) He is very smart and knows when a woman - namely his woman - is about to blow and needs a self imposed time-out.
So. My post-nap life now consists of continuing to sit on the couch between two of my loves...my husband and son...blogging, ignoring the tv, and wondering who farted. All things that I do on a regular basis. Except for the blogging. It's been a while since I've done that, as evidenced by the Christmas theme on my blog header.
The dubs and I have been researching bed and breakfasts lately. We want to take a little getaway to celebrate our anniversary next month. This process itself has proved to be kind of frustrating because we can't seem to find what we are looking for anywhere near here. Nearly all of the B&B's in southeast MN have a Victorian theme, which we do not find appealing at all. Overly flowery wall paper with coordinating (or not) bedding, and lots of clutter is not something either of us find relaxing or romantic. What we have in mind is something that makes us feel like we are in a cabin in the mountains...rustic and modern with a hot tub and fireplace in the room...on a beach...with loons serenading us in the morning as we sit on our private veranda eating breakfast prepared by someone else. And a waterfall. Is that too much to ask? I think not.
At this point I would settle for an overnight at the Holiday Inn...as long as it did not include spending the evening in the car, ignoring the tv or the phone ringing or a farting dog. (The dog got blamed for the farting, of course.)
Some more random couch ramblings...
I love Kwik Trip. We get most of our regulars there - milk, OJ, eggs, butter, bananas, apples, bread and occasional (gross) breakfast sandwich and I have no problem with that. But fresh meat? Hamburger and steak and chicken? Really Kwik Trip? Not so sure about that. May be just a bit out of your league.
Microwave popcorn smells like butt. In the year and a half that we were without a microwave and survived just fine, thank-you-very-much, I did not miss microwave popcorn at all. Stove top popcorn is 110% better.
I cannot wait for this movie to come out. CAN NOT!
I have now been on the couch for the past four hours, and pretty soon I'm going to get up and go to bed and I don't feel one bit guilty. We have a busy life and a full weekend ahead of us filled with laundry and projects and cleaning and bills and running kids to and fro and maybe planting some flowers and changing my blog header, so evenings like this are heavenly.