“One of these nights….”

Standard

One of these crazy old nights….

I’ll take “Eagles Lyrics That Can, By a Considerable Stretch of the Imagination, Be Applied to My Current Situation”, for $500, Alex.

So, yes, it’s one of those nights. Which nights, you might ask? (Or you mightn’t. Whatever. I’m going to tell you, anyway, so warm up to it.) That would be one of the nights when Eliza wakes up at an ungodly hour (usually around one o’clock) and refuses to go back to sleep. These nights, invariably, find me in the living room, freebasing caffeine, while Eliza tears around like it’s p.m. instead of a.m.

Quite often when this happens (which, incidentally, is always when Robert isn’t here to spell me) she has a stuffy nose, which is what, I think, causes the initial trouble in falling back to sleep. But why congestion and preternatural energy go hand-in-hand, I’ve yet to figure out. Currently the little beast is standing in the middle of the room, wielding a foam toy sword and babbling insanely, while I sit here and curse our income bracket which is not conducive to hiring a nanny.

So, while I am being held captive by someone who doesn’t even have the life skills to wipe her own nose, it appears to be as good a time as any to give a recap of last weekend’s trip to Dallas.

Friday we got a bit later start than I’d wanted (dull surprise). We had a bit of drama before leaving, as John-Zachary had let out the cat, who promptly disappeared on one of his usual walkabouts. I considered this a problem because I wasn’t sure what he would eat for three days while we were gone. The crisis was averted though; as we were just about to pull out of the driveway he came sauntering along the side of the house.

On our way south we stopped in Allen, TX, at the outlets there. They now have a Gymboree factory store, which are pretty rare. These are not factory seconds or remainders. They are entirely different lines than are at the regular Gymboree stores. Usually they are retreads of lines from the past. They are also not available online so I go to one every chance I get. We also had a couple other places we wanted to look. We had made dinner reservations at Maggiano’s Little Italy for 6:00 and, miracle of miracles, we got done at the outlets and made it the rest of the way to Dallas and the restaurant with fifteen minutes to spare. We had a lovely dinner and then lit out for our hotel.

For our accommodations we had gambled on Hotwire. Usually it pays off but this time we weren’t quite as lucky. We were assigned to the Hyatt Regency DFW, which is actually in the DFW airport, between terminals. It’s actually a nice hotel and we got an excellent rate…it’s just not the most convenient of locations. But the kids were happy — there was a pool which was open until midnight and that’s all they needed. Once we arrived and had our six tons of belongings brought up Robert took the older two to the pool while I stayed behind and put Eliza to bed.

Saturday morning Robert took all three kids downstairs to the buffet while I got a little extra sleep. He delivered them back to the room and made a Chick-Fil-A run for me (chicken biscuits, mmmmm….). Once he returned it was off to the pool again. They were down there about two-and-a-half hours, until I went out on our (seventh floor) balcony and shouted down to them to wrap it up.

Around 2:20 the nanny showed up. We had hired her through a very reputable nanny agency in Dallas. I was a bit nervous about the whole idea but was satisfied with the agency’s standards and hiring practices. We stuck around a little while to let the kids get comfortable with her and then we were off.

Our first stop was a hotel near downtown Dallas to pick up our friends, Dave and Andrea. They had come in from Milwaukee for the weekend. We then went to a nearby restaurant, Campisi’s Egyptian, and had excellent salad and pizza, and then made our way to the USA Film Festival at the Angelika Theater. We were there to see, first, a discussion panel on the subject of “Mystery Science Theater 3000 at Twenty” (this year being the show’s 20th anniversary). Second, we were treated to a live Cinematic Titanic show. Cinematic Titanic is the current project of many of the original cast members of MST. They riffed on a Roger Corman “classic”, The Wasp Woman. It was so great to see the cast after all this time and to hear brand-new riffing. It had been far too long since the last time. Truly an entertaining and enjoyable night. Afterward we returned to the hotel, paid the nanny an exorbitant sum (who cares? We got a night out! Doing grown-up stuff!) and went to bed.

On Sunday Robert, unfortunately, had a family funeral to attend with his dad, which necessitated them flying to Houston for the day. He left fairly early to meet Frank at the airport. The kids and I slept in a bit and then got up, beautified ourselves, and met Dave and Andrea at the Hotel Intercontinental for brunch. I highly recommend it if you happen to be in the Dallas area and are in the market for a good meal. With everyone duly stuffed, we parted ways. I had thought of taking the kids to do some activity but, being a school night and facing a three-hour drive home, I thought it best to get on the road. We had an uneventful drive back. Robert drove home with his dad after they got in later that night.

Well, with perfect timing, Eliza has now begun to whinge and grab at me as I’m typing. The good humor seems to have passed, which indicates to me it’s a prime opportunity to try to get her back into bed.

Happy May Day!

Advertisements

About msmaryb

I'm a native Californian who lives in Oklahoma. I'm a full-time student, pursuing a Bachelors in Anthropology, following which I hope to attain a Masters in Archaeology. I have three kids, one husband, no pets, and a lot of friends - most of whom live inside my computer. I love to read, write, watch tv (shut up, we can't all be brain surgeons), shop, and travel. I'm trying to set foot in all 50 states before I die. I have 38, so far. I love the Beatles and Maroon 5, and if you think those two things are incongruous, well, they are. But that's me. When I love something, I love it 100%. I don't do anything halfway. I want to know everything there is to know, so I'm trying to cram as much into my brain as I can in the short amount of time I'm allotted in this dimension.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s