A Mommy Story

The Good: Aaron had a gig this weekend: the Ashville Viking Festival. It’s a small event, but the pay is better than other festivals in the area, plus the organizers are good guys and friends of ours. He and his partner had a good time, the crowd enjoyed their show, and the weather was mostly nice. Plus I met a new mommy friend – yay!

The Bad: They were performing today through sheer will due to being poisoned by something they ate last night. It was either the Dominos pizza or the Killians beer, and neither could ever believe the sacred beer could have caused it. They were also up late gaming with friends. This morning both of the upstairs bathrooms were occupied by men who wished for death over the stomach pain they were enduring. Poor Aaron is asleep on the couch right now, recovering from exhaustion and food poisoning.

The Good: Aaron had a job interview this week. It went well, and we’re both crossing our fingers for this one.

The Bad: When stopping by the ATM so he could get out of the parking garage after the interview, he left his debit card in the ATM. I normally wouldn’t embarrass him by mentioning this, but the interview was Thursday, he realized his card was gone Friday, and today is Sunday and he still hasn’t called to report it missing yet. Grrr…

The Good: Saturday night, while the guys were gaming, I went to Cincinnati for a party. It was hosted by friends I haven’t seen in a long time, and many of the other guests were friends I also hadn’t seen in months. I also was childless and husbandless at this party; I spent a lot of time chatting with old friends about things that happened long before I met Aaron. Good conversation, good alcohol, good times.

The Bad: I didn’t get to stay as long as I would have liked. I carpooled with two friends, one of whom is chronically late. Very late. We were supposed to leave at 5:30, then she called and pushed it back to 6:00. They arrived at 6:45, and we had to stop to get food on the way, too.

The Good: Cordelia was cute and charming all weekend at the Viking Festival. Everyone made a fuss over her as she ran, jumped, played shy, talked nonsense, ate dirt (seriously!), and even threw a fit. If you think a child throwing a tantrum is cute, you’re clearly not a parent. Still, Cordy loved the attention and was happy to perform.

The Bad: Cordy’s newest trick: grabbing mommy’s shirt and pulling it down to expose bra, or sometimes boob. She thinks it’s hilarious. I am less than amused. I once thought the only time I would expose my breasts in public was for breastfeeding or beads at Mardi Gras. I never expected to be exposed for a toddler’s entertainment.