Life is an adventure

 Friday I took the boy (and my mother!) to the Chatterbox Pub for dinner and then off to the spoken word event at the Heart of the Beast theatre. My mother and I split a meal and the boy enjoyed the cranberry spritzer more than his sandwich (despite the fact he didn't want to take his leftovers home, I did but then HE ate them!). He went on and on about how he needs to be in the city. I don't disagree, he's outgrown where we live. He's ready to move on to bigger and better....so was I at that age. My mother talked on and on about various things, she really seems lonely. I think she spends enough time with my little sister and was ready for a fresh ear. The spoken word was really fun to go to, wide variety of audience members, really great performers. The accoustics weren't as good but perhaps because we were on chairs on the side of the stage. I also had to tune my ear to the speed and cadance of the various performers. Entrance fee was higher than originally indicated but I was okay with it, to support the event. 

Saturday morning, I slept in. I cleaned up the bedroom some, started the laundry and tried to get my outlook to work with my phone. I don't know what the problem is because it worked before. I gave up and eventually took a bath (cause the new bathroom is still in progress - one thing after another). Once I got out, I realized that it was time to meet the girls for dinner. The boy wanted to go, which is nice since he so rarely wants to come with me. Dinner was okay, nice to see everyone. The only problem was pretty much as soon as he was done, the boy wanted to go. Thankfully L and S came to the rescue and dropped him off at home. I had to run to the store and shortly afterwards, I was home. He was asleep and despite my sleeping in, I fell asleep for the night soon after.

Sunday I was up early, decided to go geocaching, found 3 of them before getting ready for brunch. My younger sister loves tradition and between her and my mother they planned this. It was intended to be 6 people but it turned out to be only 3. Them and me, out of obligation I went because I promised french toast. It's so hard to be the only one there because then the conversation and etc is focused on the three of us. They're use to talking to each other and so they want to focus on me. Since I had dinner with my mother on Friday, I felt she knew most of what was going on with me but she kept talking. UGH I knew that I couldn't just eat and run so I kept trying to figure out how much time would be reasonable before I could leave. Home, more laundry and to bed. 

quiet weekend, not ready for the week. want to stay home and watch movies or something.