Consider me $1000 richer, but, like, in memories because that check burned a hole in my pocket and then bought me a new pair of jeans.
I know I said that I would let you guys decide how I spent it, but I had to get cancer to win this money so I figured you wouldn’t hold it against me. (Yeah, I pulled the cancer card again. I also parked in the “cancer patient parking ” yesterday when I took Penny to the doctor because there were hardly any spots, Penny is so sick I had to carry her, and my hair is still short enough to look the part. It’s really one of the only perks I get.) I will, however, give you a short rundown. It’s actually really easy to spent a grand.
There were the aforementioned jeans because I lost a pair. Literally. I don’t know where they went. Josh is sure they’re at my boyfriend’s. I’m sure I haven’t seen Taylor Hanson in over a year. IDK.
Also, I bought a round of drinks for some girlfriends. That’s mostly because I was showing them my budoir session photos, and I wanted to make sure (1) the photos appeared extra blurry. (2) they wouldn’t remember what they saw. (3) they would tell me the truth…that I’m super beautiful and, really, should be a mastectomy swimsuit model. Also, because I love them, they make me laugh, they’re supportive and just really, really pretty.
With the rest, I paid some bills (or bill because, let’s be honest, I just couldn’t bring myself to be 100% responsible / boring with my cancer-earned money), and then I swept my husband off his feet or whatever.
The Monday after Valentine’s weekend (because it’s cheaper — you know, like how all the boxes of chocolate are 90% off now. See, I was a little responsible.) Josh and I boarded a train to Chicago. I really wanted to do something nice for Josh. The weight of everything landed on him a month or two ago, and it has been hard to give him much of a break between me going back to work, our two girls, and my ongoing (but much improved) chemo fatigue. So to show my true appreciation for him so steadfastly taking care of me and our littles, I whisked him away. And then, promptly got sick on him again.
That’s just how I do.
Monday was a pretty glorious day. You know, the “Yay! We’re kidless!” kind. You barely know what to do with yourselves, and you’ve kind of forgotten what the other person’s face looks like. Over the poopy diapers, stacks of cancer bills, and sinks full of dishes, sometimes it’s hard to see.
“Oh hey, it’s you. I forgot I kind of like you. And look how handsome you are!”
After the train ride — which was waaaay more fun than driving, btw — we found ourselves at our hotel/spa with no real plans. We filled our evening with food, bowling, drinks, dancing, singing, and a contest to see who could slide farther in their socks. We made all kinds of plans for the next day and fell asleep. So imagine my surprise when I woke up to relive the previous night’s dinner.
I know you’re thinking the same thing the hotel staff probably thought when we had to shamefully call them to pick up the bathroom trash can full of puke. But no, I was not hungover. I wondered this myself, but the truth is I only had two drinks (albeit, I’m not much of a drinker in the first place) and it lasted all day and into the next, when we went home. It was definitely a bug. And that bug kind of ruined Josh’s romantic getaway by, again, forcing him to be my caretaker.
He’s a pretty cute little nurse, though, and he said he still had fun. He said that Monday night paid it forward for the whole trip, and if I had to get sick, at least it was when we had no children to care for, a king sized bed, and cable TV.
By the train ride home on Wednesday, I was feeling much better but hadn’t left the room since Monday (you know, for reasons other than the good kind of not leaving your hotel room for a day and a half). It was there, on the train ride home, that Josh and I developed a new addiction: RUMMY.
Ha. I know. We are basically eighty years old (which is really kind of a goal of mine anyway) and super boring and surely there are cooler card games (Magic? Uno?), but we have been having all sorts of “tournaments” and trash talking and scheming and sneaking in games while the kids are asleep or parked in front of a show or destroying the house or whatever. The other night, Josh had a spray bottle full of water that he sprayed Alice with every time she tried to interrupt our game. Before you call DCFS, let me tell you that she LOVED it. She thought it was a hilarious game just for her, and really, how else are you supposed teach your children good game play habits?
So that’s that. $1000 spent and a new card addiction gained. What would you do with an extra “I had to go through hell for this” $1000?
Also, an updated hair pic for those of you on the edges of your seats. jk. But there have been requests…