Momma's Day Off

It's no secret, I've been in foul mood for the past few weeks. I can't quite put my finger on what is wrong but lately I've been feeling burned out, stressed, and bored all at the same time. After snapping at Brian for the umpteenth time on Friday morning he finally said, "I'm going to take the day off work so I can stay home with Cheyenne, you need to go spend some time alone." It sounded and felt a lot like he was sending me into time-out. About an hour later I got in the car with no idea what to do with my afternoon of freedom. I drove around aimlessly for about 30 minutes before my car finally took control and took me to Guru's which is funny because just a few days previously I had been hankering for their sweet potato fries. My car is a mind-reader folks. Anyway, so yeah, I had a basket of sweet potato fries for lunch. No really. But then after getting some major judgy vibes from the weird, hippie, health-nut cashier I ended up ordering a salad too.

I took a picture while I was waiting for my food, I was far too busy stuffing my face to take a picture of the food when it actually came. I sat outside so I could people watch. I forgot how much I love people watching, it's not something I get to do anymore because I'm now too busy crazy-runaway-toddler-watching. It also gave me a chance to practice my lip reading skills too. I got to "eavesdrop" on one juicy conversation going on at the table across from me where one girl telling her friend all about her recent date. Apparently the guy is SUPER hot, funny, REALLY nice, maybe just a little racist, and that he only made one or two condescending remarks about women the whole night. I couldn't see what her friend was telling her but I was just waiting for her to reach over and smack some sense into her friend.

After lunch I hit the theater. It was a toss-up between Moonrise Kingdom and Magic Mike. In the end I decided to see the movie that was the least likely to make me lose my will to live.

The theater was completely empty which was fine by me, that just meant I could talk, text, and crunch on my ice as loudly as I pleased. As for the movie itself, I loved it. If real life could look like a movie I would want mine to look like this one.

And lastly I had planned to get a pedicure but decided to head back home instead. I felt like I had decompressed enough and I missed my Shye-shye. But not before hitting the drive-thru for a ginormous Diet Dr. Pepper. And yes, I'm drinking, driving, and taking a picture of myself all at the same time. If there was an Olympic event for multi-tasking I would probably medal. But in stupidity I would definitely take the gold.

It was a good day and I went back home a much a happier momma and wife. Guess I needed a time-out afterall.