How Not To Spend The Weekend

I bet you’re dying to know how not to spend the weekend. Just Dying.

So here you go.

Don’t spend it puking — then cleaning up your daughter’s puke — then cleaning up your son’s puke.

Don’t spend it being nauseated at the thought of food.

Don’t spend it being annoyed at your male co-worker who upon finding out you’ve been puking your guts up all night, starts laughing and asks if you’re pregnant. Haha. Yeah. Cuz that’s so funny, right?

Don’t spend it being offended at your two-year old sons rejection of your affections.


He’s two.

Don’t spend it being angry that your $1ooo dining set has been scratched to oblivion by your oblivious but endearing husband as he attempts to re-string his guitars on the dining table. For hours. HOURS. Oblivious to the very fact that he is indeed covering 50% of the table in deep, jagged scratches and indentations.

I love him. I do. God, I love him.

But shit.

Don’t spend it working at your job, on a Sunday, trying to train a new nurse whilst you’re recovering from a stomach virus.

This only makes for a very long, very bad, terrible, awful day.

Don’t spend it comforting your 12-year-old son. On his birthday. As he pukes his guts up.

And don’t spend it being an ungrateful brat, who stomps around the house, hollering about how everything is a fucking mess, kicking toys across the floor and injuring your big toe in the process.

Because now.


The kids are in bed. You’re typing on the computer, enjoying the stillness. And your husband. Your lovely, bespectacled, plaid-shirt wearing husband is sitting on the couch next to you. Playing his bass guitar with the most heavenly look on his bearded face. And he’s happy.

So you’re happy.

Even though he fucked up the table.


  1. Winnie

    Hope your little one is feeling better. So much sickness around us, and I am sorry you were not well.Your table would have set me off too. My hubby took the snowblower and scratched the entire drivers side with it. This is my first “new” car and it was finally paid off. UGH. I had a weekend from heck too, and it says something when you want to go to work rather than stay at the house. UGH. But all is well now. Hope your day is a better one.

    • sonjaessen

      Thanks, Winnie. It was hard to remain angry at my husband, when after realizing what he had done to the table, he flipped out and started yelling, “Oh NO! Oh NO! Maybe we can fix it!!” and apologized profusely. Poor guy felt awful. And it’s just a piece of furniture, I suppose. Sigh.

  2. Jennifer Bosse

    Oh gosh, hope everyone gets to feeling better!! We’ve been passing a virus back and forth since the day after Christmas. It’s been awful!

    Am I allowed to say that I did get a little chuckle out of this? Only because it’s so relatable.

    • sonjaessen

      Hi, Jennifer — Everybody is pretty much better now. And yes, that’s totally cool that you chuckled. We have to find humor in the chaos or else we’ll go crazy!

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