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It’s been a wonderful weekend, but like most it is coming to an end all to quickly. Friday night we had our favorite take out and relaxed to some of our favorite shows on Netflix. Our Saturday and Sunday were a stark contrast to the relaxation of Friday night.
I can’t hardly complain about Saturday. It is hard to complain about enjoying Peanut Island with good friends (aka hockey family) and on a boat. We had a blast with the Kennedys and Whips in the beautiful, calm waters near Peanut Island. The boys had a blast. Their favorite part of the day, the visit from the pizza delivery boat. Amazing! Unfortuntely, despite the copious amounts of sunscreen applied over and over, I am now the shade of a lobster. Its not a good look.
Unfortunately for my sun burnt back, we had a fundraiser for the hockey team last night. It was a casino night, which meant I had to dress up and a sports bra wouldn’t be acceptable. Boo! There is nothing more uncomfortable than bra straps on a sunburned back and shoulders.
We had a great evening filled with drinks, food, friends and gambling. I was a little worried about how I was gonna feel this morning. Especially after enjoying 3 or 4 vodka sodas,. Fortunately, the bartender was light on the pour. Thank god because I had a lot to do today.
After our second drink, we felt it was time to lose our chips at the blackjack. No sooner had I played my first hand when I received a call from Goalielocks. He, TK and the Mayor were at our house hanging out as John, the hubby and I were at the fundraiser. Apparently, the dogs were were going insane barking, which worried the kids. I’m not sure what they thought we could do from there, but I told them to keep the dogs out.
Our dogs are large and have a bark to match, so they’d likely scare anyone off. I instructed Goalielocks to call the police if they saw anything unusual and then call me. I didn’t hear back from them after that call, so I texted him and he informed me everything was now okay.
Meanwhile Jake started texting me from John’s house where he was babysitting TK’s sisters. They have a kitten, Destiny, who usually stays upstairs. Last night she decided to take a trip downstairs. Last night, we rediscovered Jake’s severe allergy to cats. Quickly his friend Arielle, who lives in the neighborhood, was able to bring him some benadryl.
I checked back in on him ten minutes later and he was feeling woozy. At that point, he informed me that he had taken 3 benadryl. Now I’m freaking out since the proper dose is two. I was certain he had misread the box since he was feeling pretty rough. He sent me a photo of the label, which indicated a dose of 1-4 tablets. I was confused as I had never seen a benadryl box that advocated taking more than two pills at once.
We hurried back to John’s house since I was a bit worried about Jake. Throughout all our text messages, he neglected to mention that he had taken children’s benadryl. It was kind of a key piece of information to leave out. Nevertheless, we got him home and into bed quite quickly.
My sunburn kept me warm all night, so sleeping was not working so well. I woke up to huge cracks of thunder and copious amounts of lightning. I’m pretty sure lightning struck our yard or our neighbor’s yard given the amazing thunder we were experiencing. We spent the rest of our Sunday running all the errands I neglected on Saturday and working out with the boys. The younger two did awesome job on the TRX. They’re starting to understand that in order to achieve their own ice goals, they have to work hard on and off the ice.
Lastly, the big topic of conversation in our house this weekend is the solar eclipse tomorrow. At this point in the weekend, my boys have been given the “don’t look directly into the sun” speech so many times they can recite perfectly. Moreover, it seems to put them into a trance like state until I remind them they’ll be going to school tomorrow. I’m sure they’re no different than 100% of the kids already back in school that are hoping for a random Monday off.