Iz Weekend Yet?

Busy week.

Sat/Sun: Yard clean-up. Shed clean-up. Dog-wrangling. Afternoon with parents for early birthday celebrations. Visit with friends for same.

Mon: Awake at 4.30am to send the Husband off to Perth. Running around collecting donations for Saturday night's fundraiser. SOOO much washing. Cleaning. Dog-wrangling. Sorting raffle prizes. Falling asleep late afternoon amidst a pile of clean clothes and lingerie vouchers.

Tue: Birthday. Prompt Daughter into remembering. Showing delighted reactions at opening gifts of make-up (which I bought), shoes (which I chose and tried on), chocolates (which I told them to get), and jewellery (which I bought for myself the week before and did not tell anybody). Showing delight at delivery of flowers from Husband (which I suggested would be a good idea before he left). Quiet, relaxing day of a bajillion phone calls, emails, text messages, Twitter and Facebook messages. Dog-wrangling. Trying not to fall asleep before I made the kids, err, I mean, the kids offered to take me out for dinner. Which I paid for.

Wed: Post-Birthday hangover. Which, considering I only had one glass of wine, is a complete mystery to me. Though it may have had more to do with being woken at 2.22am by a 3.3 magnitude earthquake which made my whole house shake. More running around, sorting prizes. More washing and cleaning. Checking for earthquake damage. Shocking... all my birthday cards had fallen over. Another bajillion Twitter and Facebook messages from the lovely Americans (the time difference is a mystery to them). Dog-wrangling. Filling gift bags with lovely goodies for all my fundraiser guests. Trying to not fall asleep before realising I have to go out. Meat Loaf concert. (yes, I saw the AFL Grand Final performance but I had already bought my ticket). Deciding no matter how bad the concert is, the $100 ticket is worth it to spend a few hours with my BFF and God-daughter. Deciding I am demented to even think that in the first place. Thirsty Merc were great as support though, they are a tight band, love them. And Meat's band are awesome, great musos. And I guess I was entertained for a few hours. At least until we walked out before it finished..

Thur: Operating on only 5 hours sleep. More washing (where the fuck does it all come from?). Vacuuming. Dog-wrangling. Setting up chairs and tables for fundraiser. Shopping. Eleven minute Nanna nap. Cooking a proper dinner for the first time in a few days. Deciding to write a blog post. Not getting around to writing a blog post as Beauty And The Geek had me enthralled.

Fri: Jumping out of bed when hearing vehicle doors slam because I was expecting a delivery. Blearily realising it is only 6.40am, but I'm now up and so is the dog. Dog-wrangling. Panic when delivery actually does come at 7.30am. Discovering that now I'm 47 years old, there really is a time of day when I can't stand to have music blaring from a karaoke/jukebox at me whilst its operation is being demonstrated. Discovering I still love that Jordin Sparks 'No Air' song, but not at full volume through big speakers at 7.50am. Discovering the man demonstrating the karaoke/jukebox likes singing Dean Martin songs to my neighbours at 7.55am.

It's now 9.15am and I am already knucking fackered....

Bring on the weekend. Oh wait, I have to actually get through the Girl's Night In fundraiser too, don't I...