November 7, 2009
“no girls allowed!”
Wade took the boys camping today; they left at noon and will be gone for 24 hours.* When he emailed me the other day to say that his friend Miles had suggested they take all four boys on an overnight camp out, he made very clear that this was a men and boys trip only.
I think his exact words were “NO GIRLS ALLOWED.”
I’m good with that; not only do I not want to sleep on the ground, but I have a ridiculous amount of stuff to get done this weekend, and having an empty house to do it in is so much easier. Plus this way no one is talking to me, which I kind of love.
So what did I do with my alone day? Well, before the boys had even gotten the car out of the driveway, I was detailing the kitchen, because I had reached the point where just wiping up the sticky spots on the floor as I noticed them was totally not working. I polished all the stainless steel and wiped down every counter with a Chlorox wipe and some Pledge and detailed the bathroom (aside: is there some point where little boys learn to pee IN the toilet and not just NEAR it? because OMG and also EEEW). I mopped and dusted the kitchen chairs.
Oh yes I did.
Then I took a shower because I felt like I was covered in chemicals, and after the shower I went for a manicure and pedicure.
I know I said I had a ton of work to do, but there’s also this: On Thursday I’m speaking at a conference in Norman, and I have these super cute peep toe pumps that I want to wear but I really needed a pedicure first, and once you’re having the pedicure the manicure is only ten more dollars and my nails looked like crap after all the kitchen cleaning.
So technically the mani/pedi counts as work. Yes it does.
I’m still not entirely sure what I’m going to say on Thursday; I’m talking about using social media to build a successful brand. I’ve been working on it, don’t worry, although mostly I’m just agog at the fact that all this random stuff that I know about Twitter and Flickr and blogs is actually valuable to real people. Go figure.
And now I will have killer shoes AND good looking nails, so that part is done.
*Wade just called; he and the boys will be home in an hour. Campground was full. Glad I got my mani-pedi while I had the chance.
Posted by Susan @ 8:40 pm • everyday life
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November 7th, 2009 at 9:48 pm, torry Says:
Disclaimer: I have no children living at home. I do, however, have a retired husband and a granddaughter who lives 4 minutes away…that said: I NEED a day alone!
Too bad that they did not have a reservation; you used your time very efficiently, though.
November 8th, 2009 at 2:23 pm, Mama Bear Says:
No, boys do not learn to pee in the toilet completely until they have moved out and had to clean it themselves. My 19 year old still manages to hit the rim, hit the back, run down the front. Eew, is right! The bathroom is 80% more filthy when he is home for the summer than it is when I have only the girls home and he is at college. Learn to aim, boys!
November 8th, 2009 at 5:42 pm, Cindi Says:
They wouldn’t have to tell me twice that no girls are allowed.
My idea of camping is sleeping with the window open.
I want maid service, hot and cold running water, heat and/or air conditioning, nice restaurants, flush toilets, and electricity. Or I do not go. Period.
Good luck at the conference!
November 8th, 2009 at 10:01 pm, Johna Says:
Did they end up camping out in the back yard instead??