Tuesday, December 11, 2012

That one time a year


Once a year, Eric's company has a Christmas party.  Read: ADULTS ONLY.  Usually there's at least free wine.  It's the one time a year, that we get all dolled up.  I mean, we dolled up on Christmas and Easter, but it's not as serious, because we're usually hiding under choir robes.  But this year, I wanted to look Cute for the Party.  I didn't want to look like a frump goddess on bed rest for the last three weeks.  My hair hadn't been done in 6+ months, and it was atrocious.  I had requested help a couple times, and no one had come through, so I parked Sam in front of the Octonauts, and myself in the bathtub Friday morning.  Eric had brought up the mirror so it was tubside, and I did my own hair.  It took me forever.  I had to rest between sides of my head, like arms down, just stop and breathe.  This inability to breathe crap is for the birds.  I don't know how I'm going to do it for 5 more months.  But I got my hair trimmed, washed, colored, clean, and I was exhausted.  I was so upset, I thought I used up all my energy before even putting on my dress. Then I napped.

Felt better, good enough anyway, to get dressed.  See?  Pantyhose.  I must really love my husband to put pantyhose on for his company party.  But hey, we clean up good!

Though by the time we got up there, it was at the Palladium, this swanky concert hall in Carmel, I was done.  We opted for Valet Parking, and Eric had picked me up a wheelchair, so he could wheel me around, and we used it!  But whoever the architect of that place was, although he met the minimum requirements for handicap accesibility, there was no Easy way to get anywhere.  We had to borrow a bell hop to help us navigate the paths and elevators to find the suite where they were serving Appetizers before the show, Big Bad Voodoo Daddy.  I hadn't heard of the band, but my sister tells me they are groovy swinging cats. Alas, by the time we got there, and ate, I was done.  I started contracting, and cramping, and they were handing tickets out to go to the show, and I told Eric, I need to go home now.  We didn't even get to stay for the show.  When we go to the car, I had to go to the bathroom, so Eric stopped at a Starbucks for me to use their facilities on the way home.  He got us a couple drinks, for the road theoretically, but we ended up sitting as I was feeling so much better after emptying, that we just sat and drank them and talked in an empty Starbucks, without the crowd of a whole bunch of people we didn't know.  A Nice end to the evening.  

Note:  If  cramping and in pain, try going to the bathroom first! Full colons and full bladders irritate my Irritable Uterus.  Then drink water...and hot apple cider. ;)