Anyway, I am trying to decide just how much information I should give you--some of it could really damage my maternal reputation...Oh, well...
So, here is the play-by-play (check out my sports reference):
I had planned to cook ribs for dinner for the big game. It was just going to be Dane, the little one, and me. It would be low-key, relaxing, and filled with some football-ish food.
Dane called me about 30 minutes before he was planning to get home from his internship to tell me that a friend and his little boy would be coming over, but it would be a while. That will be fun, I thought.
Little E and I snuggled up again on the big air mattress to finish watching our movie when I heard a knock on the door. I thought I had more time! Craig and his little man were here.
I got everyone settled in when Dane got home just moments later, giving me some time to go and throw on a bra. (Don't judge.)
Dane steals me into the kitchen to ask what we were doing for dinner. We had already discussed the ribs, so I reminded him about that plan. What about burgers? Sure, I could do hamburgers. So, I immediately took to unthawing the burger meat and preparing the homemade hamburger buns. Dane got the ribs ready.
Our visitors had a family dinner to get to, so we were only able to share our ribs with Craig (he had to save some room for the other dinner). (Technically, that is #14.)
Oh, Dane ate those ribs like a professional. Craig and I, mostly me, were trying to be all proper and clean and respectable--making those ribs a monumental eating challenge. Finally, I gave in and ate like an animal. Those ribs were mine!
While Craig was gone, some women from church came over for a meeting. Even though it was the Super Bowl, I told them that it was still okay for them come over. (Technically, that is #15. Don't you think that counts? I was trying to be flexible and accommodating.....um...yeah, it counts.) We started planning for some upcoming activities together right after I sent Dane to his room to watch the game on our laptop.
Now for the embarrassment. Little E came out with a bare naked bum, and I didn't realize that until he sat on my lap. I sent him to Dane to get a diaper on. Women were here. Enzo returns sans diaper and again sits on my lap. For the second time I sent him back. Then I notice it--the smell. The messy bum smell.
E had pooped, and it was on me! I tried to keep my cool, but I couldn't help it. I announced to the women that I had to clean up and apologized when I noticed two big you-know-what's on the floor next to our couch. I tried to nonchalantly pick them up, but I am sure the women noticed. Epic mom fail!
Craig came back, and after the women left, we resumed watching the game. Dane gave me a couple of solid glares for sending him to the bedroom to watch the biggest football game of the year, but he seemed very forgiving. I simply had to pay my penitence--I had to bake brownies. (Technically that is #16.)
I whipped up some homemade brownies for the boys (and of course I consumed most of them), and I felt a little better for what I did. Everything seemed to work itself right out.
So, there you have the Super Bowl evening. I am counting 3 acts of service, and I hope that is okey-dokey.
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