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Nov. 12th, 2012 10:11 pm
The weekend that was
I'm exhausted but I'm so pleased. The weekend went better than I had any reason to expect. Seriously, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu was in a great mood all day--even though the day consisted chiefly of (a) waiting to get on a train to Chicago; (b) taking a train to Chicago; or (c) recovering from six hours on a train to Chicago. I've been up since 5 a.m. (The cab wasn't due until 6:30, but anxiety got the upper hand.) I'm so tired, I weave when I walk. But I'm thrilled.
It helped that we ended on such a high note, sleeping in all of Sunday morning, going to the Art Museum with my parents, and then going out for dinner with my sister and her husband and NO CHILDREN. I mean, I love them and they were wonderful this visit, but it's so amazing to actually be able to finish a sentence without being interrupted by a rugrat or having to censor yourself halfway through. They were still up when we got back to the house and they were so sweet: the youngest burst into tears when we told him I couldn't stay with him because I had to go pack and the two oldest made me promise to wake them up in order to say goodbye the next morning.
But the absolute best part was that the GWO honestly had a good time. Who can blame him for being sceptical going into things? But he was actually able to relax and enjoy himself, and said things like, "Next time we'll have to go down a day earlier. When I used to visit my mother, we wouldn't plan anything the first day because I'd spend it sleeping." (He was fine on Saturday, but it caught up with him on Sunday, thus the sleeping till noon.) I used to think that the only event that might draw him down to St Louis was the funeral of one of my parents. Now I can add milestone birthdays to that very short list.
monshu was in a great mood all day--even though the day consisted chiefly of (a) waiting to get on a train to Chicago; (b) taking a train to Chicago; or (c) recovering from six hours on a train to Chicago. I've been up since 5 a.m. (The cab wasn't due until 6:30, but anxiety got the upper hand.) I'm so tired, I weave when I walk. But I'm thrilled.It helped that we ended on such a high note, sleeping in all of Sunday morning, going to the Art Museum with my parents, and then going out for dinner with my sister and her husband and NO CHILDREN. I mean, I love them and they were wonderful this visit, but it's so amazing to actually be able to finish a sentence without being interrupted by a rugrat or having to censor yourself halfway through. They were still up when we got back to the house and they were so sweet: the youngest burst into tears when we told him I couldn't stay with him because I had to go pack and the two oldest made me promise to wake them up in order to say goodbye the next morning.
But the absolute best part was that the GWO honestly had a good time. Who can blame him for being sceptical going into things? But he was actually able to relax and enjoy himself, and said things like, "Next time we'll have to go down a day earlier. When I used to visit my mother, we wouldn't plan anything the first day because I'd spend it sleeping." (He was fine on Saturday, but it caught up with him on Sunday, thus the sleeping till noon.) I used to think that the only event that might draw him down to St Louis was the funeral of one of my parents. Now I can add milestone birthdays to that very short list.