A thousand words for “tired”

I’m not sure I’ve been this tired in a while. I’ve just come off a three-day weekend with my six-year-old niece and I’m totally wiped out and broke.

We went to Chuckee Cheese (ugh). We went to the lakefront (it was 40 degrees and windy), we walked around, we went to the Field Museum, we saw dinosaurs, we ate Chinese food on State St. with my sister – Kelly. We bought books, we rode the “el” and we ate Mexican food. We did facials, we read the books, we watched cartoons and we (okay, she) ate a giant pancake covered in whipped cream.

Okay, Deeps and I ate Mexican food, Lex at french fries. She also loudly proclaimed that the food was "nasty" even though it wasn't. And since we were regulars at the restaurant, I found myself apologizing to several people and leaving a 30% tip.

And I guess I could expand on the whole Chinese food thing, we ate Chinese and she at mac & cheese. A six-year-old child from Central Indiana should be a little more hip to food beyond the basic starches. I don’t think she ate anything that wasn’t starch now that I think about it. I don’t think she ate any vegetables.

I guess that makes me a bad weekend parent. Figures.

I also swore in the car, but not as much as I usually do. I think I failed this weekend’s experiment. However, Deeps however got an A+.

Now I rest. Later I will blog.

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