Music memoirs this week asks for 10 songs that sum up your weekend...or were on your weekend playlist...and one picture that relates back.
Here are my songs that sum up the weekend:
All Night Long. Lionel Richie
It was my night with the baby Saturday and he was up all night long. Partially this was my fault for giving him a breathing treatment at midnight cause he was wired until 3 am. I didn't have fun.
Shut Up. Black Eyed Peas
This song didn't relate specifically to anyone or anything this weekend, just a good overall song.
(and it would have been nice if the kids had stopped crying in the night, but terrible to tell a child to "shut up". If my mom is reading this - I didn't say "shut up" mom. You taught me better!)
She Works Hard For The Money. Donna Summer
This weekend at work was what we call a "back to back" where we have students check out of residence on Friday and a new group check in on Sunday. It is a LONG weekend of work.
Stairway to Heaven. Led Zeppelin
As a part of this back to back to back check in, I have to assess every room that students vacate. Under normal circumstances i have lots of time to wait until all keys are returned before going to an area, but not on a back to back. That means I climb a LOT of stairs. I wish my destination were heaven, unfortunately at the end of all those stairs some rooms are HELL.
Breathe. Anna Nalick
Winter does not seem to be my season, and I was awake at 2 am both nights this weekend.
Both boys struggled with breathing this last week.
Teddy Bear's Picnic.
I sing this song to my boys as I am giving them breathing treatments. They seem to like it. C-note prefers this song to "The Bear Necessities".
99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall
My spouse and I sang this song one night in the hospital to try and sing the boys to sleep. I thought it would be easier to sing one song then try to come up with a dozen songs when my mind is sleep deprived. C-note was asleep before we finished 5 beers, but Max hung in there and we eventually gave up at 54 beers. Apparently beer won't put him to sleep.
Walking on Broken Glass. Annie Lennox
Actually it feels like the inside of my eyelids are broken glass. I could barely walk on Saturday morning after all the stairs I did while assessing rooms on Friday.
I Hate Everything About You. Ugly Kid Joe.
My mom always said that "hate" was a terrible word and that we shouldn't "hate". For many years I followed her guidance, and even in my place of employment where there are many people who are not nice to me I have refrained from saying that I "hate" them. I will sing it instead.