Since their ages differ and I like to DO things with them, it can be hard to find a good activity. When the older one suggested skating - ice or roller - I was interested. I spent many Friday nights in my middle school years at Dairy Ashford Roller Rink, near-ish to my mom's house, where the girls stayed during their week in town. On Thursday morning, I picked them up, we went to Chick-fil-a, and then this 30 year old put on rollerblades for the first time in years.
I was wobbly for a few minutes, but it definitely came back. The older one requested rollerblades, and since she goes ice skating often, she picked it up fast. The little one, though...
Let's just say I have a new appreciation for moms who constantly have to teach their kiddos new things. Teaching someone something that you don't remember learning is hard! Luckily the little one loves to do what her older sister does, so she didn't give up. There was a part of the rink reserved for beginners, so we went over there and she went back and forth, along the wall, falling and picking herself up over and over again. She decided that she liked "skating" along the carpeted bench area on one side of the rink, and since the place was mostly filled with day campers out on spring break too, no one seemed to mind. While I had minimal issues staying upright and could go just fine, stopping proved more difficult. At one point, I was trying to get to my niece in the beginners area and there were a ton of little kids in my way. No big deal, I thought, I'll just run into the mat separating the beginner area from the rest of the rink. SURELY it's non-skid and will slow me down, right?
Wrong. It skidded, and the change in momentum caused me to fall flat on my back and right arm. Hard. Brought tears to my eyes and knocked the wind out of me. Luckily, my audience of children was used to falling themselves, so I didn't hear anyone laugh at me. It hurt, and still hurts, but luckily doesn't seem serious.
We made the long trek to my house and took Duncan for a walk and a quick trip to the park before Andrew came home and we could go to dinner. We had burgers at Bill's Cafe, a local dive, and ate so much that none of us could finish our snow cones at Bahama Bucks. I thoroughly exhausted all three of us.
On Friday, we slept in and made cinnamon rolls, watched a movie, painted nails, and took Duncan for another walk. We went back to my mom's and I worked with the younger one on her homework and then I had to leave to beat rush hour traffic. I met Andrew at Kitchen 713 for dinner. It's new-ish, and neither of us had ever been. It's in a very unassuming building in a spot where you wouldn't expect to find a buzzed-about restaurant. We were the sole patrons at 5:30 on a Friday and we ordered way too much: a fried brussels sprouts salad with oranges, boudin balls, chicken and "dumplings" (that were actually sweet potato gnocchi), and shrimp and grits. It was great and we'll definitely be back.
I guess my hinting and issues fitting things in my Civic worked, because on Saturday, we went to buy a new car. It was pouring rain and my feet got soaked so I was freezing the whole time. The process took hours, but does anyone ever buy a car quickly? When we arrived, no one offered to help us - probably for the first time in the history of any dealership, ever. I finally walked up to a group of chitchatting salesmen and loudly asked "Does ANYONE want to sell us a car today?" Andrew had to turn away to keep from laughing out loud, but I was annoyed. This process was going to take long enough, and I knew what I wanted (I thought... we ended up going a little away from our plan) so I was ready for some assistance. It came, and we got what we wanted, but I also got irritated with the finance manager. He clearly wasn't from the US, which is fine. However, he unfortunately seemed to be from a culture where the man makes the decisions and has all of the knowledge. Treating me like my husband knew what was best for me was so not okay. He told me that my husband understood the importance of things, and kept saying "you sign there, she signs there." I was right there. How about "Sir, you sign there, and ma'am, right there." Or refer to us as signer and co-signer. Whatever. It really bothered me and I would have complained but it had been a long enough day and I just wanted my new car.
(I hate writing about things I buy. It always feels a little more show-y than I like to be. I am SO PUMPED about this car, I promise, but I feel like my aggravation at the dealership makes for better reading. Just didn't want to come across as an ungrateful jerk.)
I swear that person in pink is me | fried brussels sprout deliciousness | my first ever new car - only seven miles!
We had margaritas and good Tex-Mex for the first time in too long that night, and then I slept in on Sunday. My phone hasn't been getting texts, so I needed a new one and our carrier had a great deal where I could get a new phone for basically free. We went, and Andrew was able to upgrade too. We ended up making money from trading in our old phones and making the store mad in the process because we wouldn't buy their $40+ phone cases. Too bad there's a little something called Amazon that prevents me from falling for that nonsense.
So it was a very nice long weekend. I'm dreading the week ahead since I already know I have to work on Saturday - definitely not something I'm looking forward to. At least there's the nice, long Easter weekend right around the corner.