A Monday after a night of drinking on the weekend is never a very productive one lets just be honest right off the bat. This weekend was packed full & we made every minute of it worth it (maybe not Sunday #wink).
Thursday kicked off event number 1 as we bundled up for the rival JV football game to watch our littlest cheerlead at half time. I was torn in two trying to choose to cheer for my alma mater (Lets Go Black) or fully support the kids’ school because I guess I’m “blue” from here on out anyway right? As soon as she threw her hair up in a ponytail and got herself ready to cheer I had a tear in my eye. I understand why my husband tears up every time he sees our 10 year old follow in his hunting footsteps because seeing my little girl out on the field cheering her heart out ripped me into shreds. #JustLikeMommy Friday night I was able to dodge the cold & talk the kids out of going to the Varsity game because we had an “early morning” the next day! Thank goodness.
We did in fact have an early morning on Saturday. The kids talked me into signing up for our local Color Run. Lets do a little rewind here before diving into the Color Run shall we? I don’t run. I barely enjoy walking somewhere. It is not something that has ever given me excitement or that “runner’s high” that people talk about all the time. I don’t get it. I don’t know why people do it or why you would ever want to run in a race. But, this was for the kids. At least it was something a little more fun and exciting than just a run trying to get a medal. So I registered. (Thankfully my best friend also registered to “run” with her 3 year old, so I was getting a pass to walk a good chunk of the run as well). Oh I should also mention that I registered for the 1 mile run/walk, not the 5K option! (this is seriously how much I loathe running, do you see it now?)
We finished the 1 mile while running some and walking some, of course the kids took off with their friends and left me in the dust so I was happy to have my bff there with me. If she weren’t, I likely would’ve ditched off the course and “ran” back to the car. In spite of the 40-degree morning weather, we did have a great time. I think the kids enjoyed throwing the color at each other more than they did doing the run itself, but hey whatever works right?
I should note that I did in fact bring ALL extra clothes and made the kids wash up and change before ever stepping foot in my car. I mean the idea of these color (or mud) runs is great, but who really wants to be tracking that shit every where when it’s done? #NotThisGirl.
After the Color Run the kids were off for a sleepover because mommy and daddy had a night free to celebrate my gorgeous friend’s wedding. The weather may have been cool, but the sun was shining, the breeze was nonexistent and it was the most perfect evening for a fall wedding. Morgan looked stunning in her silhouette gown & there couldn’t be a more perfect pair to marry.
The wedding was held at the Country Club with the ceremony outdoors and reception immediately following. We ate and drank and laughed and celebrated (of course there were photo booth props also included! Always!) until the party shut down. I couldn’t be happier to have the opportunity to celebrate this day with the happy couple (though my body could be a little happier if I had cut back on the drinking just a bit).
That marks wedding number 4 for 2016, and 1 remaining next weekend! Wish me luck that I make it through. My body is not into the partying mode anymore and I feel it… for days… It was a busy weekend that flew by. But we had a great time all together! Today I’m feeling the effects of one night of drinking more than I did on Sunday and it’s cut into my workout schedule a little bit. As in, I lifted on Saturday and I did nothing yesterday and will only be doing yoga today. I know when I need a rest, but it still drives me crazy to know that I’m doing this to myself because of one night. But, it is what it is.. we celebrated we partied and we made memories right? Maybe next weekend I’ll take it a little bit slower! #Wink