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Let me first start by telling you the tale of a typical weekend here in Mr. Ladyland:

Friday afternoon: pick kids up from school
Friday evening: off to the job
Saturday 2 am: stumble onto air mattress
Saturday 9 am: out the door to pick kids up from sitter
Saturday all day: groggy groggy groggy shower around 11 am groggy groggy lunch tired tired feed kids dinner exhausted tired
Saturday evening: off to the job
Sunday 2 am: stagger onto air mattress
Sunday 9 am: out the door to pick kids up from sitter
Sunday all day: tired tired tired shower by 11 am tired tired..

You get it. Weekends are tough for me.

Let me now tell you about this weekend coming up:

Friday 10 am: throw kids in car and drive to Colorado Springs
Friday noon: drop kids off at sitters
Friday 4 pm: check into hotel room
Friday 4:03 pm: nap
Friday evening: off to the job
Saturday 2 am: draw curtains in hotel room and stumble into great big for real empty hotel bed that someone else made with, like, clean sheets and shit
Saturday sometime: wake up. Climb in bathtub. Read book. Order motherfucking room service.* Climb back into bed. Nap.
Saturday evening: off to the job
Sunday 2 am: back to hotel room with the actual bed with actual sheets and no actual kids in it, around it, near it.
Sunday sometime: wake up. Drink a pot of coffee. Listen. To nothing. Do the crossword. Nap.
Sunday afternoon: drive to Colorado Springs and have dinner with friends.
Sunday night: Snap. Back to reality.

Sheesh, that's gonna be nice.

*Perhaps there will even be time for a, dare I say it aloud and risk jinxing it, massage?

Oh, one other thing. The size 6 jeans I bought not 2 weeks ago? Too big. Tee hee.