I’m not exactly sure how I packed so much in a weekend that involved praying to the porcelain god, but at the tail end of it, it seems to have been a pretty busy one.

Of course, my time-sense must be skewed by starting the weekend on Thursday night. Honestly, I didn’t mean to do that, but after I’d sat at work for an hour on Friday and banged out a post, the world started seriously spinning. I had to go take care of one thing with a contractor (who may not have known why I was listing to one side, but I bet the truck driver did.) You’d think I’d have permanently learned the “don’t drink when you’re sick” lesson by now, but my memory, she is short and I have to relearn that one every five years or so. I wasn’t as over the flu as I’d hoped, and the hangover brought it back with a vengeance.

Fortunately, my ex owed me for the previous weekend, so he just kept the kids instead of exposing them to whatever bugs I may have had and the pathetic sight of their mom turning green. I missed Friday night’s game, which really chapped my hide, especially since they won.

I made it to Saturday’s game though. They played Seamus’ (undefeated) team from last year, and got beat again, but they gave it as good as they got for a few innings this time. Some other parents flaked on the snacks, so I volunteered and found myself surrounded by ten swarming children looking for ice cream at the snack bar. Fortunately, by then vertical was a possibility.

I’m getting so into this baseball thing that it’s a little ridiculous. I’m not quite turning into a Little League parent. I can’t put my time as a junior rodeo official behind me enough to hassle the umps (I yelled back at parents and I wouldn’t blame them if they did too.) But I know all of the kids’ names and I seem to be working the snack bar tomorrow evening after work. I’m going to miss it when the season is over. Hmm, I may have to look in to summer league. I hope he wants to play!

But then all of the quiet at home got to me, so I called up Eric. We’d left it at dating when possible, but not pursuing a relationship. He wanted company too, so I spent the night with him.

It was awfully nice to be able to go to someone that I like just because I was lonely, and it’s also nice to be able to put the pressure of finding someone new aside. I don’t need someone new; I’m seeing someone that I like. But if I do run across someone else that I’d like to go out with, I’m perfectly free to pursue that too. It’s kind of liberating, and I like it for now. I’d be unhappy if I wanted more time from him, but as it stands, this is good. If we stop being happy to see each other, then we move on; as simple as that.

So that left me with Sunday to fill, and with a whole stack of jobs that I should have started on last weekend. I got at least ten of them done before I started to get tired and make dumb mistakes, and only have three more to worry about next weekend. Of course, those three are restaurants, so I have to get up ridiculously early to catch them before they open, but that’s next week’s problem. For now, I’m caught up. One guy even paid me in cash, which sort of made up for his talking me down on my price.

So a three-day weekend for the price of two. Not bad, not bad.