Dis and Dat
Hello Saturday! I am so so so happy to see you! I am sorry for not writing sooner but I have picked up writing my book again and I had to save all the funny (I hope so, at least) for the book. I wrote a chapter this week and it was about the time we were being kicked out of kindergarten and getting the autism diagnosis and it was really emotional writing about that time.... I thought I had gotten over it but I guess it will always sting a little. Anyway, my goal is to finish the book this summer and then self publish it. I am tired of waiting around for an agent and I feel like I can pressure my friends to buy a copy with more ease. Yasss. Cough. Moving on. It wasn't a crazy week but it was a long one. The Kid had a freak out on Thursday night and that wasn't fun. We again have no idea what triggered it but he is fine now yet we are watching him like a hawk, ready to give in to any of his demands. Like a little divo, this one is. The only positive thing I can say is that it had been almost 2 weeks since the last one so that is something positive. This morning he is running around and happy so let's keep this trend going. Tomorrow we are heading to the Filmcasino to watch Life Animated and I have a feeling he will last about 30 minutes. I will head home with him if he starts to kvetch and the Husband will stay. So let's do a bit of Dis and Dat about this past week.
Monday night was at-home movie night. I have started this new tradition as of now and the idea is that every week, either the Husband or I choose a film to watch at home. My phone is put away (separation anxiety!!) and once the Kid is in bed, we watch the movie with no interruptions. We ended up watching It's Complicated. I watched this movie on the plane a year ago and I found it fun so I made the Husband watch it with me on Monday. It is a Nancy Meyers film which is pretty much real estate porn in disguise. I die every time I see shots of the houses and their dinner parties. It is all very grown up, I think, as I pick up a pair of socks with my toes and/or sniff a top to see if I can get away with wearing it one more time before washing it. My conversations with friends are not about satire or genres over bowls of fresh pasta and salads, but more about whether for a million euros, would you cut off your pinky finger.... discussed over cheap house wine. Just yesterday, at work, my friend and I did a no blinking duel. She won. Best of three. Cough. Anyway, it was fun to watch the film and I am definitely looking forward to future movie nights... when I can choose the film.
On Tuesday the Husband went out and I had a phone date with a friend. I also spent that time thinking up a plan for an intense therapy week for the Kid. In about a week he is off from kindergarten for that week so I decided that maybe we could add to his hours and make a more intense week of therapy. Poor kiddo, off work and I make him do work. Total Tiger Mom. I talked to his therapist and she thinks it is a great idea so that should be an interesting week. And an expensive one. On Wednesday I went to work and then in the evening, headed to Sekt Comptoir to meet a friend for bubbly. I love this little bar and they have a lovely little patio. Also, if you want, you can bring your own food... which I should have thought about before consuming many many glasses of Austrian champagne. We met at 6, ordered, and then caught up. Just after 7, another friend came by for a little bit and he is my favourite now because he bought a bottle. One of his friends showed up briefly and I got one of the only Küss die Hand moments since living here. This is the old school Austrian greeting of kissing a woman's hand. It's ridiculous but I love it. Also, first rule of Küss die Hand is, they should never actually kiss the hand. I think this might be for sanitation reasons. After a little while, the two men left and then my friend and I kept talking and drinking. As the evening was winding down, a young couple sat down at the table beside us. When my friend went inside to get the last round, we struck up a conversation. I guess they were celebrating something about the guy's new job so they passed me a glass of bubbly and I thought "THIS IS THE BEST NIGHT EVER!" We chatted for a bit, I nicknamed him "Bob" (not sure why, actually), and then it was time to head home. I love these summer nights!
And here is a funny little dis and dat. A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a handyman to help do a couple things around the apartment. For the past 3 years, I have been incredibly annoyed by the placement of a light fixture. It is one of the lights in our bedroom and it just doesn't blend. I hate it but I made a rushed decision and have had to live with it in shame like Selena Gomez dating Justin Bieber. For years she will think back to that time and think "The Hell was a I thinking?" I get it, honey. We have all been there. Anyway, not only did I want to switch out the light fixtures, I also wanted to have blinds in the kitchen put up and a complicated kitchen butcher block be put together. I say complicated but I am sure howler monkeys could do it. Drunk one-armed howler monkeys. Well, when the Husband got back from his holiday, I told him this guy would be coming over next week to do some things and he was like "Oh really?" and I think there was a bit of a male grunt. Next thing I know, the butcher block is put together and the blinds are hung up and as I wrote on Facebook, I cracked the code, guys. I guess this would be the same as the Husband saying "So, I've hired a personal shopper." Except I probably wouldn't have emitted a territorial grunt but more screamed like a banshee and vow to disembowel said shopper. Yeah. I'm not a saint. So on Thursday the handyman came by and he was lovely and he switched the light fixtures and fixed a light in the bathroom and the Husband asked him a million questions and now I am a little worried that it will smell like charred Husband next time I complain about a light. But hey ho.
Friday was an O.K. day at work and obviously I was having an existential crisis when I wrote about tapping Ed Sheeran on Facebook. Look, he isn't hawt but I like the fact that he seems like a nice and quiet guy. And that he is rich. I joke. Kind of. I guess I have always liked the quiet guys... still waters run deep and all that jazz. I once tried to change it up by dating a loud and "funny" person and it was like a belligerent and drunk I Love Lucy episode. So much noise, so much loud, so many fights. Blergh. Anyway, yeah, Ed. Shut it. After work I headed with some wine to my friend D.K.'s place to help her pack. Her apartment is being renovated while she is away this summer so she has to get everything out by the weekend. We drank some wine, I picked up Burger King, and then I set the timer and made her work. GO GO GO! I helped a little. I drank wine. Around 8, I headed home and then, once the Kid was in bed, I went for a run. It was too damn hot. 29 degrees at 9:30 at night and I thought I would keel over. It was too much and I think I am still sweating. I took a shower, crawled into bed and slept a great solid 8 hours. So so so needed. It is going to be a hot one today so stay cool my friends. I hope you all have a fantastic Saturday! Toodles!
Monday night was at-home movie night. I have started this new tradition as of now and the idea is that every week, either the Husband or I choose a film to watch at home. My phone is put away (separation anxiety!!) and once the Kid is in bed, we watch the movie with no interruptions. We ended up watching It's Complicated. I watched this movie on the plane a year ago and I found it fun so I made the Husband watch it with me on Monday. It is a Nancy Meyers film which is pretty much real estate porn in disguise. I die every time I see shots of the houses and their dinner parties. It is all very grown up, I think, as I pick up a pair of socks with my toes and/or sniff a top to see if I can get away with wearing it one more time before washing it. My conversations with friends are not about satire or genres over bowls of fresh pasta and salads, but more about whether for a million euros, would you cut off your pinky finger.... discussed over cheap house wine. Just yesterday, at work, my friend and I did a no blinking duel. She won. Best of three. Cough. Anyway, it was fun to watch the film and I am definitely looking forward to future movie nights... when I can choose the film.
On Tuesday the Husband went out and I had a phone date with a friend. I also spent that time thinking up a plan for an intense therapy week for the Kid. In about a week he is off from kindergarten for that week so I decided that maybe we could add to his hours and make a more intense week of therapy. Poor kiddo, off work and I make him do work. Total Tiger Mom. I talked to his therapist and she thinks it is a great idea so that should be an interesting week. And an expensive one. On Wednesday I went to work and then in the evening, headed to Sekt Comptoir to meet a friend for bubbly. I love this little bar and they have a lovely little patio. Also, if you want, you can bring your own food... which I should have thought about before consuming many many glasses of Austrian champagne. We met at 6, ordered, and then caught up. Just after 7, another friend came by for a little bit and he is my favourite now because he bought a bottle. One of his friends showed up briefly and I got one of the only Küss die Hand moments since living here. This is the old school Austrian greeting of kissing a woman's hand. It's ridiculous but I love it. Also, first rule of Küss die Hand is, they should never actually kiss the hand. I think this might be for sanitation reasons. After a little while, the two men left and then my friend and I kept talking and drinking. As the evening was winding down, a young couple sat down at the table beside us. When my friend went inside to get the last round, we struck up a conversation. I guess they were celebrating something about the guy's new job so they passed me a glass of bubbly and I thought "THIS IS THE BEST NIGHT EVER!" We chatted for a bit, I nicknamed him "Bob" (not sure why, actually), and then it was time to head home. I love these summer nights!
And here is a funny little dis and dat. A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a handyman to help do a couple things around the apartment. For the past 3 years, I have been incredibly annoyed by the placement of a light fixture. It is one of the lights in our bedroom and it just doesn't blend. I hate it but I made a rushed decision and have had to live with it in shame like Selena Gomez dating Justin Bieber. For years she will think back to that time and think "The Hell was a I thinking?" I get it, honey. We have all been there. Anyway, not only did I want to switch out the light fixtures, I also wanted to have blinds in the kitchen put up and a complicated kitchen butcher block be put together. I say complicated but I am sure howler monkeys could do it. Drunk one-armed howler monkeys. Well, when the Husband got back from his holiday, I told him this guy would be coming over next week to do some things and he was like "Oh really?" and I think there was a bit of a male grunt. Next thing I know, the butcher block is put together and the blinds are hung up and as I wrote on Facebook, I cracked the code, guys. I guess this would be the same as the Husband saying "So, I've hired a personal shopper." Except I probably wouldn't have emitted a territorial grunt but more screamed like a banshee and vow to disembowel said shopper. Yeah. I'm not a saint. So on Thursday the handyman came by and he was lovely and he switched the light fixtures and fixed a light in the bathroom and the Husband asked him a million questions and now I am a little worried that it will smell like charred Husband next time I complain about a light. But hey ho.
Friday was an O.K. day at work and obviously I was having an existential crisis when I wrote about tapping Ed Sheeran on Facebook. Look, he isn't hawt but I like the fact that he seems like a nice and quiet guy. And that he is rich. I joke. Kind of. I guess I have always liked the quiet guys... still waters run deep and all that jazz. I once tried to change it up by dating a loud and "funny" person and it was like a belligerent and drunk I Love Lucy episode. So much noise, so much loud, so many fights. Blergh. Anyway, yeah, Ed. Shut it. After work I headed with some wine to my friend D.K.'s place to help her pack. Her apartment is being renovated while she is away this summer so she has to get everything out by the weekend. We drank some wine, I picked up Burger King, and then I set the timer and made her work. GO GO GO! I helped a little. I drank wine. Around 8, I headed home and then, once the Kid was in bed, I went for a run. It was too damn hot. 29 degrees at 9:30 at night and I thought I would keel over. It was too much and I think I am still sweating. I took a shower, crawled into bed and slept a great solid 8 hours. So so so needed. It is going to be a hot one today so stay cool my friends. I hope you all have a fantastic Saturday! Toodles!
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