I’m ready for a weekend of doing absolutely nothing. Nothing except basketball, because as we all know, basketball never stops when you’re Jude Shingleton.

Yesterday was a mess. I was exhausted from being up every other hour overnight with children coming downstairs to tell me that they’ve pooped multiple times (great, go back to bed!), and a baby who refuses to sleep all night. Internet, I. am. done. Cannot even handle these sleepless nights. I’m about to throw in the towel and get a twin bed in Archer’s room to bunk up with him. Because this whole climbing the stairs in the dark with no wits about me because I’m half awake and the baby is screaming is pretty much for the birds. But Archer was still good to go to mother’s day out yesterday, so off we went. I had a hair cut scheduled (and badly needed) as well as a meeting and some other things and so I was pretty frustrated in my sleep-addled state when I got the call from MDo to come pick up Archer because “he appeared sick.” What? He appeared sick? I just saw him 15 minutes ago and unless something happened between then and now, no. Not happenin’.

Except that was all in my head and you really can’t say that to your kid’s MDO teacher because then you’re That Mom. And if they think he’s sick then what do I know?  So I picked up the mostly exhausted but definitely not-sick Archer and I cried the whole way home. We spent the rest of the day in our pajamas because what else are you gonna do?

When Jude got in the car after school, he told me about another kid in his grade who hit him on the playground and then asked him if it hurt. “Yes,” he replied. And then according to J, the kid said spitefully, “GOOD.”  Now, this isn’t the first run-in and I’m friends with the mom (who I really like so I’m not overly concerned about it.) When I was a kid and having issues with friends, my mom always made me come up with just one good thing about the person I was not getting along with, and so I had made Jude do that a few weeks ago. I think at some point in that conversation, I’d mentioned how nice this kid’s mom was. The whole point of this little exercise was not to really say anything to the kid but I think that was lost on Jude.

I asked Jude if he’d said anything else to this kid and he said, “yeah. I said, ‘You sure have a nice MOM!’ and then he was all ‘What does THAT have to do with anything??'” I snorted laughing. I’m pretty sure what just went down was the 2nd grade version of “your mom” jokes.

So here are 5 things to check out this weekend. Here’s to rest, relaxation, and rejuvenation.

ONE

A pretty master bedroom makeover. I like the use of the Ikea Pax wardrobes.

TWO

People who are born on airplanes. A fascinating read.

THREE

Ricrac inspired wedges! So chic!

FOUR

Frida Kahlo’s belongings were locked in a bathroom and only reopened after her husband’s death. Fascinating.

FIVE

The perfect gift for your jetsetting friend. I’m a grownup but I still love a great charm bracelet.