Talkative, Bundle of Nerves

Today, I didn’t really do anything. When I say that, I mean anything productive. I decided to be lazy today. I watched a tv show or two, hung out with the kids, and goofed around on the internet. I ordered a couple of books online (just what my husband would love to hear-me spending more money). I tried to convince Shaun to take a half day today since his big GMAT test is tomorrow. I wanted him to come home at about 3, study for a of couple hours, and then hang out with us for the rest of the night. I figured he shouldn’t study so hard today because I didn’t want him to be burnt out for tomorrow. But alas, he didn’t get home until about 5:30.

He was so good last night when he got home from work. He changed and went downstairs to take his four hour practice test in his office. He started studying in his office about a week ago. I guess since it got down to the grind he was tired of studying with me in the same room. You can’t blame a girl for wanting to talk to her husband. Sometimes, I would forget that he was studying and remember something funny that had happened that day or try to relay a big epiphany that had just come to me. He would just give me this look that said, “Hello? What are you doing? I’m studying. Remember???” I realized that I yearn for adult conversation at the end of the day. That’s why he can’t shut me up when he walks in the door. The mailman avoids me for that very reason. I’m sure the last thing the mailman needs is a crazy lady chasing him down the street trying to strike up a long winded conversation about the weather (although, he is old and I can outrun him…I'm just sayin’). I just need some human interaction (not that my kids aren’t human…sometimes, but you know what I mean) especially on the days that we stay in. Now that the weather has been so nice, I need to plan more days at the beach, the park, and the zoo. That would be doing myself a huge favor, not to mention for Shaun and the mailman.

Anyway, after Shaun FINALLY got home from work, we went to an auction in the neighboring city. It was an auction for The Arts. My parents got the tickets because their photography studio donated two portrait sessions to be auctioned off. However, no one from the studio could go, since the photographer had to take pictures for a High School Prom tonight and needed my mom to be there to help out. It happens every year. So, every year, I look forward to getting free tickets to the event. I’m not gonna lie, I go for the free food. A bunch of restaurants in the area go there to promote themselves by serving select dishes from their menus. I never even buy anything (although I did bid on a couple things last year…I hoped that the people there were stupid enough to not outbid my ten dollar bid for Red Sox tickets with seats at the first baseline). I usually just stuff myself until I can’t move without the help of a forklift. That is just what I did tonight. The food, as usual, was fabulous. Even the kids liked the food, with the exception of a sample of the nachos with beans, cheese sauce, and salsa. Caden liked that dish, however, Landon took a bite of Shaun’s and spit it out on my plate-not on the side, ONTO my food. Sick. Other than that, I was surprised at how much Landon ate. He ate some pork, scallops, pasta (of course), and one of his favorites, clam chowder. We only stayed for a little over an hour. We didn’t really see anything that we wanted to bid on. However, I did see a couple of bikes that looked nice. I’ve recently decided that I really want a bike. But by the time we got there, the bikes were already at bidding prices above what they were worth. I’d rather just go to the store and buy one. One day…(Hmmm…I wonder if my parents still have my old bike. Yeah it’s purple with streamers and beads on the spokes. But who cares?)

Well, it’s off to relax with my husband…as much as I can. I think I’m more nervous about his test tomorrow than he is. I guess he really has no need to be worried. He has studied more for this test than any other he has ever taken. And let’s just say that I’m very envious of his test taking abilities. In college, he could do the bare minimum to get an A in his class, barely pay attention in class, and then skim the book briefly before taking a test and still ace it. I secretly hated him for it. Yes, the GMAT is different. However, judging from the amount of time he has taken to study for the thing, he should do fine. I hope. Gosh, I’m nervous. I’m just glad I’m not the one taking it. I’d be peeing myself right now (pardonnez mon francais). No, really, I would be. Like I said before. I'm glad its him and not me.