A Goddess in a Cave in the Woods

This weekend is no exception. And, in the interest of honest blogger-journalism, I’m offering a rundown of our schedule.

Friday afternoon/evening:

We’re invited to see a movie with Papou & Nana. Disney’s A Christmas Carol. Fantastic animation, script very accurate to Dickens, but ghosts and realism too scary for kiddos. Dinner after at local pizza place.

I then leave for Cooking Club. CyberLizard takes little lizards home to bed. Hours of socialization and cooking fun for me!

Saturday:

CyberLizard takes Max to another movie, this time Planet 51 (we don’t usually do this many movies, but Max earned this one, and it was originally supposed to be Friday evening).

While the boys are out, Emma and I get to have some play time. For some reason, play time includes a lot of dancing around naked (for her) and singing songs about butt cheeks (also for her, though I did join in on the chorus).

After the boys get home & get ready, we head out to the Magic Kingdom at Walt Disney World with Nouno, Thea & Theo (Max’s godfather and Emma’s godparents). Highlights include me doing the hokey-pokey in the middle of Liberty Square, and standing in line for 45 minutes to NOT go on Space Mountain (soft opening, they shut it down right before we were to board).

Sunday:

(Alright, if you’re paying attention, you’ll realize that at the time this post is written, Sunday is but a mere idea… a faint shadow in the future. But how about you play along with me, and I’ll tell you what we have planned for Sunday, okay? Picky, picky, picky.)

Ahem. Sunday we have our nephew Timothy’s birthday party at Oma’s house. Hilarity, various calls for the children to “settle down”, and the ceremonial eating of cake. Max tells us several times that Timothy is two years younger than he is. Emma is universally charming until she starts singing the butt cheek song.

After the party, I head to Downtown Orlando for the high honor of babysitting my godson, Jackson. He’s a perfect angel, and lets me cuddle him all I want. He also insists that I have a relaxing cup of tea and read him some educational books. I do believe that at one point, he turns seriously to me and states clearly, “You, gorgeous creature, are the most wonderful godmother ever!” (Look, I write the blog post, I make up the future, okay, people? It could happen!)

Sunday late night may or may not include one or more of the following things: stress about non-preparedness for camping, laundry, dishes, stress about unfinished state of laundry and dishes, snogging, blogging, stress about lack of groceries, chocolate, good conversation, fun, surprises, and sleep.

So there you have it. One weekend in my life. Both typical and totally atypical. Boring to most, slightly interesting to those featured in my weekend. Oh well, can’t win them all, you know?