This past Friday night I went to bed BEFORE my husband. As you may recall, I missed #wineparty because I was at a birthday dinner. I came home feeling like I'd drunk more than I was used to (for good reason!) I crashed into bed with a kiss goodnight from Carmen Electra to help me fall asleep.
Saturday morning I woke up feeling great and left my husband asleep in bed while I went downstairs to make breakfast for the kids and to pack up lunches and snacks for the beach later.
When the husband finally woke I grabbed the kids and ran upstairs to get into bathing suits. While I was looking for towels in a clean laundry basket in my room the kids were jumping on my bed. When my son picked up my pillow to smack my daughter, out slid CARMEN.
"Hey, mom," he called. "What's this?"
I turned and FROZE. I'd never been so UNHAPPY to see Carmen in my LIFE!
I grabbed it. "Uh. nothing" I answered, the buzz of panic in my ears similar to Carmen's loving purring.
"Does it help you relax?" my daughter asked.
"Is it a massager?" my son added.
"Do you put it under your pillow and lie with it at night to help you sleep?" my daughter kept on.
The wouldn't stop. Normally I'm the QUEEN of distraction, "you skinned your knee? Look! a butterfly!" etc.
But I had NOTHING.
"Wait," my daughter said. "Where is it?"
"Okay everyone, get your shoes on. We're leaving." I called. "And I think I see a butterfly!"