Another whirlwind weekend. Last week was so hectic, that when I was in the elevator leaving and coming to work, I had to remind myself to take a few slow breaths to ease the anxiety. It helped. Maybe.
Valentine's did not happen for us last Thursday, mostly because I worked late for a deadline, and then came home exhausted and in a state of mental moosh. I am embarrassed that I did not even get Andrew a card, preferring to spend the time I would use looking through the rejects at Target, with him. He did get me a very nice card and took me to get philly cheesesteaks (a splurge), score one for the husband team. I feel like in general I am sucking at most things relationship-wise lately. I can't seem to get my shit together, and I feel like a lousy friend, daughter, wife, sister all around in terms of attention spent. Just FYI, I'm trying to crawl out of it, and the beautiful weather this weekend I think helped ease the stress a bit.
It was the beginning of the wedding parade this weekend, but not with an actual wedding. We have a lot of weddings this year, enough to where it became an actual budget item in our fiscal financial planning. Saturday I co-hosted a bridal shower for the fiance of a family friend this weekend, and later that night went to an engagement party for a long-time Polish mafia friend of mine. It was heart-warming to see the excitement they were feeling about their approaching day, maybe the champagne and booze helped (helped whom?). After my FIL's birthday dinner Friday night (I love Redfish), Andrew stayed up late with me to cook crepe fillings (yummy!) while I arranged flowers late into the night for the bridal shower the next morning. I am no florist, for sure, but I do like putting together arrangements occasionally, and I did take a shot at corsages - not quite as easy as I thought it would be.
Sunday was more relaxed, which kind of made up for the the mad week. Janet dropped off her cutie Maggie for a couple hours for us to watch, and we went for a walk to the dog park. For an early dinner, Andrew and I went to Chuy's to sip margaritas on the patio, which reminded me of Amy (Hi Ames! Miss you! Can't wait to see you!). I wish the weekend was one more day, like it is for all the people celebrating their dead Presidents. Lucky bastards.