My weekend was good all and all. My friends made us a simply wonderful dinner on Saturday night and hanging with them is always incredible. I have great friends. My son got too tired from all the activity on Saturday, so he was a bit grouchy and annoying on Sunday, but today he made up for it. I love watching his dance class. I have only rarely missed it–like maybe four times in a year. He talked my ear off all night otherwise, we had a wonderful dinner and our house is clean and nearly all organized. I also made a helluva dent in my dissertation shell today. All very good.
The weekend had a small thing come up… I was with only one of the girls who made me a dinner a couple of weeks ago (It was the one who actually cooked.) over on Sunday. She hung out with me for about three-hours too. I wish that she wasn’t 5’8″, hot, and smart. We laughed. She played with my son–which would NOT be occurring if she was a love interest–and we took a walk around the pond and then she did the cutest thing… She asked to swing with me. Damn. Can you say, “CONTRAST?” So sweet and tender. It is a bit worse because although I’ve known her a little less than a year, it feels like more because one of my best friends (who now lives in another state) is her BFF. We just gel and click and I’m so comfortable with her.
I told two friends today that means that I can’t really hang out with just her again. And, I won’t.
Now, I just really do need a distraction.
I ran finally tonight. I don’t know how long it’s been since I actually worked out at all. I’m drinking chicken broth with garlic and cayenne currently. I could only run a little over a mile. I had some wicked coughing fits today. Tomorrow is my A weights, which is probably my least favorite day of the week, so “Yay, me!” It’s really nice not to have clients tomorrow. I have to work tomorrow night, but will score and write a report after my son goes to bed. I don’t have to be away from him which is very nice.
That’s it. A dirty confession. Given that I was raised Catholic, it actually makes me feel like shit, but I have never cheated and am not going to start at 38-and-a-half.
I don’t get the cheating part – I thought you were single…..did I miss something?
She’s not… Her girl was doing homework. Can’t hang out with just her ever again. Too dangerous.