I know all of you NASCAR fans were disappointed that you didn't get to see that goofy little gofer this weekend, but I was good with it. It means I got to have a normal weekend with Mike.
This has been, of course, off-set by the testing the team has to go to on Tuesday which means he'll be gone for about a week solid.
ARGH.
We were hoping to come up with a plan for the weekend, but our ideas of what's fun on an off weekend somewhat differ. Since I'm stuck at home all of the time, holed up in my basement office with hardly any sunlight (I know...I sound like a character from Twilight or something), I wanted nothing more than to go out and have a night on the town. I don't want to cook, clean, or even look at dirty laundry on the rare off-weekend.
Since all Mike ever does is sleep in a different hotel room every week, he wants nothing more than to hole up in the house and not see sunlight for about 5 days straight. All of his clothes are dirty and he hasn't had a home-cooked meal in about 2 weeks.
You can see where this might be a problem.
Never one to shy away from a challenge, I managed to pull him away from his computer and convince him to put on something other than pajama pants on Friday night so that we could go out to dinner and air ourselves out a little bit. We got so gussied up, we even put on our nice blue jeans.
And we were both rewarded with food poisoning later that evening.
Back to the pajama pants.
Now we are on the countdown to reality, where he'll leave on Tuesday for a test and then it's off to Bristol, his favorite track (I think because it looks like a coliseum and satisfies his secret dream of becoming a gladiator). He'll be hanging out with his buddies from the team while I'm left behind with the kids who do their best to fit in as many "potty words" in one sentence as they can.
So basically his conversations on the road with the guys and my conversations at home with the kids are about the same.
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