Sometimes I Wear an “S” On My Chest

It is likely apparent to those who know me, or even those can effectively read between the lines when perusing this blog, that my theme song is “I’m Every Woman” and is cued up whenever I walk into a room.  No, I am not boasting or horn-tooting about the things that I accomplish, but am instead stating a simple fact that when it comes to a lot of tasks and not enough hours in the day, I’m your girl.

Now while some of my multi-role playing is inevitable and merely the nature of the beast, I will admit that there are other parts that I play, that are of my own design.  Let’s take for instance this weekend.  Although I knew I’d be the Big Girl’s City League and AAU basketball chaperone while periodically checking in on The Big Boy in the role of AAU Wrestling Tournament concierge for the entire day, I still found the time to swing by The Home Depot to purchase some items for a furniture reclaiming project that I’d been dying to complete for at least four months now.

And even as I dragged my tired behind home at dusk, completely weary and wishing only to abscond into the recesses of relaxation with Calgon and later my down comforter, I still found the energy to sand and stain a tired looking dresser drawer set that needed a little TLC and Minwax Red Mahogany 225.  Of course, after I polyurethaned the set did my honey come along to assess the finished project and claim that he’d have been willing to help me.

To that, I told him that no matter how much I did on my own, I would always need him and welcome his help, and to prove it, he could carry the dresser set up to The Baby Girl’s bedroom.

Evidently, I am not the only woman who regularly “does the most,” yet desires the assistance of her man:

 

Weekend Warrior: Showers, Brunches & Ball Games

After last week’s hectic work schedule, I was looking forward to chillaxing over the weekend and simply curling up with a deactivated alarm clock and a good book.  I knew there were a few obligations that I had to honor on both Saturday and Sunday, but for the most part I’d planned for a drama free, Pack Approved Weekend.

Clearly, my sinuses did NOT get that memo.  Waking up Saturday morning at 7 a.m. (thanks to the babychild breathing 2 inches from my face with an “I’m hungry” on his lips), my nose and throat felt as though they’d simultaneously snorted and gargled hydrochloric acid.  Remembering that my honey was feeling under the weather for much of the week, I was pretty sure that I was likely suffering from the same little bug that he had.  Of course, when he got up Saturday morning, there was a spring in his step and no trace of illness could be found.

Girding myself up for a long 48 hours, I self-medicated on Halls, Earl Gray and Motrin, put on my big girl bloomers and got busy.  Successfully checking a Jack & Jill Baby Shower, Church Services, and My Sunday Savvy Sisters Brunch off of my weekend to-do list, I crashed and burned into my bed around 3 o’clock on Sunday afternoon.  With several hours of undisturbed rest under my belt (my honey’s daddy duty was much appreciated) I woke up feeling a little better…that is, until I turned on The Washington v. Houston game and died a little death as I watched Graham Gano make a 52-yard field goal in overtime, just as The Texans called an “ice the kicker” timeout; which of course resulted in him missing that same kick on his second try.

But in true silver lining fashion, the comforting prospect to the Skins’ loss and my depleted voice (having screamed in total dismay; to the honey’s complete amusement), was the fact that Dallas also took a dive…and to Da Bears at their home opener Sunday night. 

Yep, color me catty!