I’ve been a little under the weather since Easter. This has resulted in a lack of energy of my part, which is why I haven’t written anything.
Last weekend, I had the fun of going out to Ty’s place to be with the kids while Ty and Megan went to a comedy improve show at one of the casinos. They had fun but probably not as much as the kids and I did. We didn’t do anything special. We just ate dinner, watched a movie, read some books, snuggled on the couch and sang songs while the kids took a bath. Eventually jammies were donned and the evening ended with all of us back on the couch, snuggled up together, the kids falling asleep as I watched a few episodes of the Big Bang Theory. Once I’d deposited the sleepy babies in their respective beds, I popped the disc of Frasier into the player and that’s what I was watching when the adults returned from their night out.
It wasn’t even 11: 00 yet. Oh, I remember the days of having little kids. They don’t care that you don’t have to work, so would like to sleep in on a Saturday morning. They just want to wake with the sun and have fun all day.
Rather than drive home in the middle of the night, I’d packed my overnight bag. I watched Frasier till midnight, then went downstairs to crash.
I slept very well; hanging out with the kids is exhausting, no matter how much fun it is.
I awoke in the morning to the sound of my door stealthily opening. I did not lift my head from the pillow.
Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a plastic ball being bounced against the end of the bed.
Still, I did not lift my head.
Whoever had invaded my bedroom was patiently waiting for me, amusing themselves by kicking or bouncing the ball they’d brought along off the food of the bed.
I could see the clock without lifting my head off the pillow. It was 7:30.
Had I driven home in the middle of the night, I’d have easily slept till 9. Obviously not in the cards here in the same house as the grandkids.
I lifted my head.
Babydoll smiled at me and said “Let’s get up, Nana!”
We got up.
After a delicious breakfast of pancakes, smothered in homemade syrup, we eventually brushed our teeth and got dressed. Much hugging and some crying occurred when it was time for me to leave. Not all the tears were mine.
A swell time was had by all.
Sunday was just as much fun in a completely different way. It was a girl’s day out: nine of us met downtown at the Orpheum for a matinee performance of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. MJ was the first to buy tickets. She bought some for herself and her two girls months ago. About a week ago, my daughter Katie said to me and Megan “Let’s go!” so we bought tickets, too. Then, almost at the last minute, my niece Katelyn came to town so she and her mom (my sis in law, Kathy) bought tickets for themselves and my mom. Their seats were right behind ours!
We all dressed up, left the kids, dogs, horses, husbands and dirty dishes behind and saw us a musical extravaganza!
It was great.
I had seen the show twenty years earlier when Donny Osmond was touring the country as Joseph. I didn’t remember much, just that I’d enjoyed every moment of it.
I enjoyed every moment of it, again. In fact, the first act flew by so fast I could hardly believe it.
We all loved it and when it was over, we walked across the street to the Rock Bottom Brewery for dessert. We actually got more than just desserts because some of us were hungry. All in all, a fabulous day. We all agreed that we couldn’t wait to do it again.
Next time, I hope Josie’s in town. And we’ll invite Zack. He said “I like musicals as much as anyone in the family!” To which, his sister pointed out that there were still tix available. He bailed. But next time, at least we’ll invite him.