You must have the Ice Cube song of the same name as this title running through your head while you read this post. It's a rule, and will make this that much more entertaining, I promise.
Mr. Floren and I were snuggling on the couch last night when he proposed watching a movie. I was all, isn't it way too late for that, you have to get up for work in the morning? And he's all, duh, I have tomorrow off.
Huh? Oh yeah, President's Day! Awesome! Straight up, the girls and I just don't get to see enough of our dear hubby/daddy. He works A LOT. So when we get an extra day with him, especially during the week, it is definitely a holiday in our casa.
We made sure to fill the day with extra supercoolness, of which my favorite was the part where I got to take a shower ALL BY MYSELF. In fact, I was in the bathroom showering/shaving/spackling my face/lacquering my hair for AN HOUR all by myself. It was the most fabulous thing ever. I even got to bust out the good makeup, the stuff I hide WAY back under the sink, because if the girls saw me using the stuff it would be all over. Of course, this prompted a self portrait session.
After I was appropriately spackled and lacquered, we all went outside to enjoy the sunshine. I cleaned out my car/clipped coupons, the girls rode around like the Princess Scooter Mafia that they are, and Mr. Floren worked on his car.
Next highlight of the best day ever: we went grocery shopping. Does not sound very exciting at first glance, this I know. However, for me, having some help wrangling the crazies/clipping coupons/wrangling the crazies is definitely the best thing ever. While I was digging for a particular coupon or waiting in the checkout line, he took the kiddos for a walk, when they inevitably needed to go potty and get a drink ten minutes in, he took them. Awesome doesn't even begin to describe how helpful it was to have another set of hands. And I was totally reminded of how much I love just hanging out with my husband-he's seriously my best friend. We are so comfortable together-he knows what I'm trying to say when I'm still reaching for the words, our hands wordlessly find each other without effort, we even walk at the same cadence. Contentment is a beautiful thing.
By the time we wrapped up my two store couponing quest, it was already 7 pm. Rather than go home, unpack, then try to forge together a dinner and stave off meltdowns, we hopped across the street to Applebees for a quick bite. Karma and McDreamy were definitely smiling upon me today, because it was $5 burgers and buckets night! Every burger on the menu was only five dollars, as well as buckets of beer! Five mini bottles of delicious beer. Needless to say, we all had fun.:)
We had been on the lookout all day for a cat litter box cover. Our kitties have been a little wild with the litter flinging lately, so we were wanting to put a stop to that immediately. Much to our surprise-stupid plastic hood things were $30!!! Are you kidding me? I'm definitely in the wrong business. Being the brilliant engineer that he is, Mr. Floren's exact words were: "Fuck that. I'll make my own. And it will be awesome." Lo and Behold, The Cat Crapper 2000.
We laughed our asses off for at least an hour over this thing. Every time one of us caught the other's eye, we would just crack up all over again. I love this guy, seriously, he is the funniest person I know. Awesome, indeed.
So you may be saying to yourself, "Self, she's right, this does sound like a pretty good day. But the best day ever? I don't know that the Cat Crapper entails the best day ever." Well, this is why-I am supposed to start my period in three days. I know starting my period is enough of a cause for rejoicing because McDreamy knows I don't need anymore kiddos running around, but it is extra exciting this time because I had NO PMS symptoms today at all. For the last six months, my PMS had been getting progressively worse, to the point that the ten days leading up to my period were nothing but tears, screaming, social withdrawal, psychotic out of control feelings, threats of divorce, headaches, and fatigue like I had never known before.
Well, a little chat with the gyno at my physical last month changed all that. A diagnosis of PMDD, and a script for continuous birth control resulting in no periods and level hormones, and it is a whole new world. Like night and day. I am shocked at the difference. I'm a little sleepy today, but that is it. My only issue. I can't even believe it. As if I didn't already have enough reasons to love the pill.
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