Walking Backwards

Is it possible to have a vicodin hangover twenty hours after you took vicodin? That's what it feels like I have right now. Give me ten minutes to lay down on the couch and I bet that I'd fall asleep. I still have a ton left, but after today, that bottle is getting put away to be used on only "special occasions" such as a migrane or when I aggravate one of my prior injuries. I've been trying to complete my take home test for psychology and do house odds and ends, but this underwater feeling won't leave me alone long enough to accomplish anything substantial. Good thing I have to sound semi-intelligent for book group tonight ;).

This weekend was filled with small children. Friday, we went to San Antonio to visit with Maria and her little girl Fiona. Nicholas was thrilled to have someone reciprocate his evil, mad scientist laugh. Maria and I just sat around and talked, which I need more than anything in the world right now because I miss adult conversation so much. We did make a side trip to Costco. I am amazed and overwhelmed by this place. Everything there is in super, ginormus size. I bought a package of baby wipes for Nico that is going to last him until he gets into college. They had a twenty dollar roll of foil! That would have lasted Joe and I until we retired (probably not as we would do something stupid with it like make a giant foil ball or something). I haven't had a membership since the last free membership give-away here in Austin, but now I just want to go in and stare slack-jawed for hours. After Costco, we ate and Nico and I drove home. Nico fell asleep along the way; I didn't. He didn't get to drive either.

Saturday, my dad came to visit and talk about gardening. We always talk about gardening. He also brought me power tools; that must be mentioned. He wouldn't hand it over until he went into a half-hour long safety lecture. I don't even think I heard a word he said, I just stared at the circular saw. At least I know that when I cut my finger off that it was my own damn fault. Now I have no excuse to keep stalling on building the pergola on the back patio. Damn. He had to give me that saw at the beginning of summer.

Sunday, we babysat Annie's baby Hosea. It made my ovaries ache. He is such a sweet baby. For some reason, Joe really freaked him out this time. Last time we watched him, he practically lived in Joe's lap, but no such luck this time around. I think that it was because he wasn't around during the parent-caregiver hand-off. I was glad to give him back and go to sleep, though. Benefits of watching your friends kids.

So that was my weekend in a nutshell. Joe and I have agreed that we are going to start switching Saturdays off and making Sunday a family only day. We'll see how it works out. I don't get a Saturday off for four weeks because of prior engagements, but I'll try not to hold a grudge. Maybe my weekend sum-up posts will get more interesting because of it. I better get ready for book group now. We're going over Fall on Your Knees, which is a very weird book. I don't know if I liked it or not. Maybe after hearing everyone's opinions I'll be able to come to a decision. If not, I'll have next month's book to worry about.