It was a good day....

Yesterday was a good day.

I'd worked the last 8 days and I was nearing that on-the-brink-of-nervous-mommy meltdown. Yes, I do my schedule. Yes, I know. 8 days. In a row? I work for a restaurant. We are open everyday morning to night. Holiday season has arrived so our schedule changes according to business. Without thinking when I hit send (to the other 4 managers that await what I schedule them), I'd realize what I did. Oh well, it was for the better. My first whole "real" weekend off. With my husband. And my daughter. :)

The awesomeness that my hubby is got him up in the morning and decided to let Mommy sleep until (really really past Mommy allowed time) LATE.

My eyes, caked with eye boogy and a contact that crunched in one corner, opened on their own. Not because someone was hungry or wanted juice or needed a clean pull up. Or just for a morning kiss and hug (God, I love those). Must remember to take out crunchy contacts and let them soak.

Moms, don't get mad...but it was 11:15. Yup all the way to lunch. (disclaimer...I work nights, I get home by 1:00 am, I pass out hopefully by 2 :)

I stumbled out of the room in disbelief at how relaxed I felt. It'd been awhile. Gave my morning/noon hugs and kisses, chit chatted with the hubby and made plans with my mother to eat lunch and shop for hubby's xmas gift.

Hubby..."I'll watch Lil Rambler"
Me....."What? Serious?"
Hubby..."How long you gonna be?"
Me....."Erm, lunch and shopping? A zillion hours :)"

Later, in my car, excited, looking at the steering wheel and noticed my hand and fingers (darn, forgot my watch and ring), look in rear view mirror (damn, my contacts, I hate wearing my glasses), I was off. What can I say, I jumped on that offer of a kid free shopping day.

And yes, I wasn't wearing my PJ's and yes, I did brush my teeth!

My mother and I had a great brunch (they served a brunch menu ON a Saturday, AMEN), and got to talk about things that remind me I'm not 10. Funny to Serious subjects about my parents divorce, my self worth issues, her upcoming marriage, my sisters, my marriage...She even asked me to open her butter for her toast because she couldn't do it....I stared at her and smiled and joked that she usually does that for Grandma :)...

.....joke, not so close to Christmas Rambler (me smacking head)!

We ate, we shopped, we pooped ourselves out!

It was a GREAT day!