Well, Rested

So, this weekend was the sort of weekend I dream about---sleeping in, doing nothing, sleeping some more, making steaming cup after steaming cup of hot chocolate (the milk kind, not water), and then sleeping some more before watching really bad tv. But, despite living out my dream weekend (I tell you, ASOLUTELY NOTHING productive occurred, a true dream), I was pretty bummed. A lot of that sleeping was really my bummed-out response to missing Ads. It was a pretty overwhelming feeling, the amount of aching in my chest knowing that he was gone, far enough away that I couldn't just drive to see him, but close enough that I felt a little whiny and self-absorbed for feeling sorry for myself. So of course, the feelings of guilt just intensified my blue status. *sigh*

I did do a couple of productive things. Friday night I went out on the town with my galpal and super hot chick friend Sarah; she had two tickets to a benefit folk concert, which I was way overdressed for (think miniskirt, silk blouse and knee-high boots in a sea of jeans and t-shirts), but we rocked on. Well, it was folksy, so actually we clapped a lot and snapped our fingers as couples danced by us in a whirlwind, but it was great. Afterward, I took full advantage of my new lease on appetite and hit our local (and very hippie) Fleetwood Diner for some grub. Chowed down on spinach pie, fries and clam chowder, only to find that I had lost my appetite, so I got it all to go, then ran over (per Sarah's late-night insistence) to Schuler's bookstore to find the ultimate in baby name books. We were gleeful and giggly, and it made me a little misty-eyed for the fact that these spur-of-the-moment outings with the gals will come to a close once Wee Willie enters the scene. No doubt s/he will come with a whole new set of adventures that I will love and cherish, but there's just something about your girl time. Sarah promised me, however, that we will still have girl time, just in a whole new way. I'm holding her to it.

Saturday I vegged. I honestly don't really remember much of what I did. I volunteered at the local greenhouse for a couple hours, and picked up some groceries. But Saturday was cruelly and impolitely cold and windy and so I holed up in the house (yes, with hot chocolate). Yesterday was my complete day-of-do-nothing, although I did manage to run out for a crueller (aka twist donut for all you midwesterners) and had brunch with Mrs. Gonzales and Kika. Sunday evening I made a big pot of soup so my potatoes didn't go to waste. So while I was a complete waste this weekend, I wasn't an UTTER and complete waste.

Today is a new day. I have a new lease on life, if not my appetite. Morning (or all-day) sickness has found its way back to my stomach so the big pot of soup that's waiting for me tonight might have to wait a bit longer. However, I did manage to make a command decision in the midst of my blueness this weekend: I am not waiting until Xmas to see my man. So I splurged today and bought a ticket to see him during Thanksgiving. Even better, I splurged even more so that Kika can come with me; I think she'll stay in Virginia with Adam for awhile to give her joints a break from the Michigan cold, to give Adam a break from homesickness, and to give me a break from having two kids to take care of. As my lameness this weekend has proven, it's hard enough for me to take care of me.