As if in protest, Violet started acting crazed the second we dropped Rob off at the airport. Maybe she missed her daddy, maybe she wanted to be with him in Florida (lord knows I did), or maybe she just wanted to see how fast she could drive me mental. Let me tell you, it was a looooong weekend. I just can’t go into details, and I’m sure no one wants to hear. Suffice it to say, when Rob called from Florida and told me he’d slept in until 2 p.m. and was now sitting on a beach drinking umbrella drinks, I nearly threw the phone across the room.
So we surely deserved ice cream on Saturday. In fact, it was Violet’s first cone. It took her 20 minutes to eat it, but she walked around saying “Mmmmmm!!” the whole time.
Yes, I’m already looking forward to August when I go, aaaaall alone, to Boston for Leti’s wedding. On Friday night I’m going to order spicy food, get into my PJ’s and watch horrible cable TV. Then I’m going to fall asleep and wake up completely of my own free will. Ahhhh…
The only good other thing about last weekend is that Aunt Monica visited. She got a cool tattoo. On her wrist. Ouch.