Saturday was a great day, even with the crawly fuzz-brain. I am literally counting the days since the last bit of Effexor entered my body. But for some reason, Saturday was not too bad on that count.
We had to first go to the drugstore to get my Klonopin, which I've decided is an important factor in powering through the Effexor withdrawal; the other two being Vicodin and NOT MOVING YOUR HEAD OR EYEBALLS. There we experienced a first, which was, after being denied by Mean Mommy the purchase of a (KING-SIZED) Snickers bar, my sobbing daughter moved her tearful 3-year-old self to the end of the counter and asked pitifully of the teenage cashier, "Miss Girl? I want a candy barrrr *sob*, and my mommy said no *sob*, can I have one pleeeeease?" Teenage Cashier handled it very well, I thought, with a reply of, "Oh, no, Sweetie, if I did that, then I would get in trouble!" Which was good, because Alex and I were both laughing so hard we couldn't speak, and serving as perfectly useless ambassadors for the parenting community.
Then, when we were on our way to lunch, as she was still doing her woe is me act about the candy bar, I said, "Bella, we're going to lunch. Right NOW." To which she replied, "But what about meeeee?" Lord help me, I was speechless. For about a second. I hurriedly assured her, "Well, Honey, you're coming, too!" Her response? "Oh! Great!" The child thought...what? That we were going to leave her in the car while we went into a restaurant and enjoyed a leisurely meal? Wow, that kid's mind weaves patterns I rarely anticipate. So she got to pick the place, which was Chili's, so she could have pasta and broccoli. OK, then. We had a nice lunch, and only one correction of toddler ettiquette, which was calling out for the waitress in this fashion: "Hey, Woman!" Of course, this is often how her father gets my attention, so I can understand her thinking it's proper usage.
After a trip to Wal-Mart and yet another pilgrimage back to the "other house" for yet another truckload of STUFF, and a stop by the feed store and butcher's, we stopped by a little strip of shops on the rural highway on the way home. Alex sent me into a tiny convenience store for milk and sour cream.
Me: "Do you have any cash?"
Alex: "Yeah, here." (hands me a couple of once-folded bills from his wallet)
Me: "I'm getting what, now? Milk, sour cream...anything else?"
Alex: "No, that's it. Why?"
Me: "How much of each are you hoping for?"
Alex: (getting slightly impatient) "Just a gallon of milk, and a container of sour cream! WHY?"
Me: "Well, I just wondered, because you gave me $40 just now."
Alex: " What?!? (checks wallet) Gimme it back!"
At this point, I shut the door and headed inside, because of what is next to that particular convenience store--and that is a divine little coffee shop that has no right to exist and flourish the way it does in the location it's in, but thank heavens it does. It was almost closing time, and I asked hopefully and tentatively, "Do you have any scones left?" And they did! My day was getting better and better! And you know how they say it's "the little things" that matter? Well, I ordered two each of cinnamon, blueberry, and cranberry-orange scones, and the nice man said, "Since we're about to close, I'll just give you three of each." SCORE.
Then we came home and my husband grilled his ethereal steaks, although now I realize that I bought T-bones at the butcher, when they should have been ribeyes, but they were still delicious. The man is a grillmaster. Bella ate up some steak, which is nice for us, since her protein intake leaves a little to be desired, usually. And we had Choco-Tacos for dessert, because the tiny country convenience store actually had those! The best commercially-made frozen treat ever, which is for some reason very rare in these parts. Double-and-triple score!And then--and THEN--I find a totally unsolicited and generous offer in my email inbox from Sheryl at Paper Napkin, who says, "You know, I have a neat banner I could do with some of your "Flying Dogs" photos." And then, WHAM, there it was! And there it is, at the top, now! Cool, huh? Between that and the components and images that Karen has designed, and the work she will be doing in the near future here, my redesign is going to be fantastic. SCOOOORE!!
Today has been much less stellar, with more swimminess and brain-scrambling, and grouchiness in the entire family, but still nice. Now to watch the SNL episode we TiVo'd during the Oscars, and the weekend shall be complete.