I spent last weekend in Philadelphia for my annual Girls Weekend - otherwise known as Eatapalooza. While in Philly, Elizabeth and I go to two fabulous restaurants, eat both healthy and junky meals, drink lots of fruity, alcoholic beverages and do a whole lot of this:
Sitting. And talking. And watching television while we sit and talk. While we were relaxing and playing with Dorothy, the Olde English Bulldogge, my family was at home, doing this:
I interrupted my television watching - but not my sitting - to kiss Dorothy...
while at the same time, Gordy and the girls were watching Henry play hockey:
While Elizabeth and I sat and ate a nice, fatty breakfast,
Gordy was helping Josie try out her new hockey outfit and skating with the kids.
Elizabeth and I went for a leisurely shopping trip. And Gordy drove the children to Cambridge to see the professional lacrosse trophy and meet some of the Boston Cannons.
Have you lost count of all the activities that Gordy and the children did while I was gone? Are you wondering how one adult could squeeze so many things into one weekend? Me too. I got exhausted just hearing about them from the comfort of Elizabeth's couch.
For your perusal, A Comparison List:
Martha & Elizabeth's "Weekend of Eating, Drinking and Relaxation":
* Went for a light shop
*Played with Dorothy
*Ate at a fantastic Italian Restaurant
*Ate breakfast out
*Went for a light shop
*Watched Say Yes To The Dress Marathon
*Went to Budakhan for amazing dinner
Gordy's "Keep On Moving Don't Stop" Weekend:
*Picked up children from school
*Brought them to the ice rink for open skate
*Brought them to Josie's tennis lesson
*Prepared dinner and watched a movie
*Put children to bed
*Took Josie to soccer
*Brought Georgia to carpool which got her to soccer
*Went to Henry's hockey game
*Brought kids to Lacrosse event
*Went out to dinner
*Woke up early and made waffles - from scratch
*Brought Georgia to 4-game soccer tournament
*Travelled to Rhode Island for Henry's hockey game
Who do you think had a better weekend? Feeling badly for Gordy? Don't worry. He has a Football-palooza later in the year and I will be the parent with the ants in her pants. Sigh. That is the thing with weekends away... some times it is your turn and sometimes it is not!
**Editor's note: I have been asked a few times if my niece, Dorothy is a Pitbull. The answer is, no. Dorothy is an Olde English Bulldogge although she has been mistaken for a pitbull on many occasions.
This is a pitbull:
and this is Dorothy, the Olde English Bulldogge:
Close, I suppose, but no cigar.