My crazy weekend started on Saturday. I had this children's writing luncheon to go to. I'm not a big fan of these luncheons to begin with, but that's another story. But I had already paid for the luncheon and I was going to hear this young editor from a big publishing house, so away I went.
Everything was going fine...I had my cute spring blazer on and I was driving Steve's car with a GPS. And then I get pulled over. The dumb cop in this fancy little neighborhood pulled me over for going 30 in a 15. (For the record, do you know how HARD it is to go 15 mph, especially in a sporty, manual sedan? It's hard!)
I was really annoyed because he first called me "sir," but didn't apologize for it. Then while he's writing me a ticket, he stops a bunch of male bike riders for breaking some other dumb law. But does he ticket them? No! At this point, I'm pretty sure that the cop hates all women. And not only that, but I'm crying. Actually, crying would be an understatement. I'm actually blubbering. The cop takes about 30 minutes to finish my ticket because of all this delay. And by this time, I'm past "fashionable late" for the luncheon. And, I can't stop crying. So even if I were to go late, I would have caused quite a scene. (I'm one of those ugly criers. My whole face gets red and blotchy.) So I went to the mall, got the kids some shoes and then went home. Lame, lame.
To be honest, the ticket wasn't that bad. It was under $100 and "no points," which is good. I was silly for getting so worked up, but whatever.
On a better note...the whole family we went to the Brewers game today (Sunday). It was really busy and packed, but we lucked out and got the end seats on a back row. Score! They kids made it until the 7th inning. Not bad at all. Our goal was to see the Sausages race (Brewers tradition), and we made it. Here are some of my favorite moments of the day...
*Anna was eating peanuts when I realized she wasn't actually swallowing them. Somewhere in the 5th inning, she opened her mouth and spit out a huge mouthful of peanuts into my hand. Gross!
*The Brewers mascot is Bernie, and he stands up on this big platform, waiting to slide down a giant slide when they hit a homerun. Jack was watching him like a hawk, and he kept waving to him and shouting, "Hi Ernie! Are you going to slide?"
*We went up and played in the kids area for a while, and Jack was helping Anna get up on the places that were too high for her. He waited patiently for her, and if someone tried to push her around, Jack would go back there to fight for her to get through. It was sure cute.
*When we came back from playing, Jack was mad at Steve for eating all the peanuts. He promptly demanded they get more.
That's about it for out weekend. Next weekend, Steve and I will be in San Francisco, and Steve's mom is kindly coming down to watch the kids. I can't wait to go!