Sorry gang. Life has been nuts. I was bombarded two days (out of three) this past weekend by a friend who invited herself to our house (along with her two sons). Great, right? The kids love playing together... she came here, so my daughters' entertainment was brought to me... etc. But dear lord. On the first day, she stayed for 6 hours. This went into dinner time, so she called her husband, told him to stop at our house on his way home from work, and I had to make an impromptu dinner for 8 fucking people, including a 1-year-old (thank god for Pasta Pickups). They finally left at 8:15, but only because the 1-year-old was exhausted and crying. What the hell? Five minutes before she left, she invited herself over again in two days. Um, ok? [sigh]
The second time, she stayed for 5 hours. At least she left at dinner time. What the hell? I'm all about playdates and getting kids together to play. But it's called a playdate, not a playday. I got absolutely nothing done this weekend due to her self-invitations. Don't get me wrong... she's a very nice person. But sweet jesus girl, you certainly know how to wear out your welcome.
Anyway, throw in a birthday party for Grace with her daycare friends, a
So although I'd like to write some more right now, my friends, I'm off to just begin working for the day. Sleep? Who needs sleep? Plenty of people function on no sleep, right? [sigh]