Busy Weekend….
So, I know this is my first post in a while, but this weekend brought on quite a busy time.
I woke up late on Saturday morning, about 9:20 ish. Being late, always pisses me off, ask anyone who knows me. There’s never a more surly person in the world to deal with than a tired, pissed off Faynie. I don’t mean to be, yanno? I don’t wake up with the intention of being the world’s biggest bitch, it just…happens.
And because being late wasn’t enough, my 4 year old Fashion Lad decided in all of his infinite glory, that he had to use the bathroom. Which is fine. He’s been potty trained for over a year, hasn’t wet the bed in over a year, but being lazy runs on his father’s side of the family. So instead of walking the 8 feet from this sister’s room to the bathroom, he decides to whip it out and piss on the fucking floor.
Can you believe this shit? I about died. And only because I was so angry, did I forgo the ass whipping that he should have gotten. I try very hard to make it a point not to spank or administer corporal discipline when I’m angry; I like to stay in control.
So I start going through the house, finding my pants, and shoes, pulling my hair back, putting a little make up on so I don’t scare my new Dancer Instructor, that sort of thing, only to discover that Beck and I have no idea where most of the Faire clothes were at. See, we had a busy schedule planned, Dance Class, come home, pick up family go to Faire. Well, after about 25 minutes of being a bitch to everyone in the house, a lot of yelling and raised voices, I decide its time to go.
I get to Belly Dancing class, first one of the beginner’s course and at first, I won’t lie, I was a little terrified. Firstly, I’m the biggest girl in my class, but by far one of the cutest, and secondly, I don’t know a single person. Anyone who knows me can attest that I do best when I have at least one person to lean on as a pillar of support when it comes to new activities. But I have to say that it’s nice to have something that’s all my own, away from the family a little bit. After a vigorous work out with Ms. Isis, I left for home in a much better mood. Seemed as though I perspired out all of my negativity. I even brought Beck an energy drink and some Smart Food as a way of apologizing.
We decided after a strenuous search of clothing, that it was too late to go to Faire and that we’d just have to go Sunday, which was fine. So instead, we decided to clean up the yard. Beckah mowed the front, I trimmed the hedges, and then I mowed the back while she cleaned up the clippings and played with the kids to keep them from getting under foot. Later that day we decided that BBQ was a great idea for supper.
The Landlords came over to get the rest of their stuff from the garage, as they bickered between themselves, and I called Magnolia that evening, invited her over for beer and BBQ. It was nice, the kids were a little over excited, but they managed not to kill each other, which works for me.
At the end of the evening, Maggie and TT left for home, and we finally settled in. The next morning came and we were up around 10 and started getting ready for fair. It was nice to be able to just laze around for a while. Unfortunately I seemed to have lost my Black Corset, much to my despair.
We went, we saw, we were bored. I know it’s horrid, but firstly Faire just isn’t Faire without Maggie. And Secondly, things just seemed…boring. It’s hard having the kids there, and dealing with the heat and all of those layers and no booze, but…all the same, we usually found a way to have fun. Not this time. We stayed for about three hours and then took off for home. It just wasn’t our day. Not to mention we were seriously tired and sore from the day before, so that didn’t help either.
Got home, did a little cleaning, put some stuff away and BBQ’d steaks, and made fried potatoes, Connor an I ate mashed sweet potatoes cause we rock. The weekend was pretty busy, which I was grateful for. But I still seem to be exhausted, for what it’s worth, all of this medication is kicking my ass, the cancer is kicking my ass, the long days are kicking my ass…I’m even having a hard time catching my second wind.
And to boot? Bobby (Jacksyn’s Father)’s Mom is coming out to spend the weekend with the kids and I, in from GA. I’m fluttering around, trying to make sure that everything’s perfect, which of course it’ll never be good enough for me, and she just wants to spend time with the kids. It’s crazy.
B and I have decided not to do Faire this weekend, lack of funds and money doesn’t help. So I think I’ll just go ahead and offer up my free tickets on Myspace and see if anyone wants them. No use in them going to waist since this is the last weekend they can be used.
Anyway, I’ll post more soon.
Love to you,
Miss Fayne
