One Long Weekend.

Tired is all this long weekend gave our family.

Friday. WEST POINT FOOTBALL. This was our first game of the season... and as none hoped for we lost. I was a little miffed because the game did not start until 7 pm that night. But of course there were mandatory festivities to be attended to. Not to mention we were expected to actually get to these festivities somehow with the entire base on high alert! This means it is almost impossible to get from point a to point b in a timely manner. A 2 minute drive was now 15! So Tyler got to bed at about 10:30 that night.

Saturday. Oh wouldn't it be fun to trek halfway across New Jersey after an exhausting evening to go to IKEA, thought the delusional mom! Bad idea we trekked back hungry, more tired and empty handed.

Sunday. Surly we are rested enough to go to our favorite breakfast spot and make a quick run to another furniture store! Um yeah maybe, but the revved up energy from yummy breakfast did not make it much further than that. Running on steam we made the decision to go to the biggest mall ever and thank goodness Thomas found some nice things or that would have been another useless trip. Arriving home a few hour before the BBQ was to begin we got snuck in some not long enough naps and we were up and cooking. Now all the other BBQ's were not plagued with monster mosquitoes, why this one. Well we relocated into our house with 8ish adults plus too many kids. I think the last stragglers left at what felt like 3 am.

Monday. CRASH! Thank you Thomas for letting Mom sleep later than you did on her own birthday...that meant a lot to sleep in until 11:30! We did nothing today, perhaps that was the smartest thing we did all weekend. We sat around and scratched bug bites and babied bumps and scratches... Tyler! This week we found out that he is highly allergic to the sticky stuff on band aids ... great. So not only does he have a gaping wound on his elbow, which was healing fine until I had the smart idea to put a cool Nemo band aid on it just for fun, the scab is now covered in itchy-ugly bumps, and looks way worse than it ever did, because he has now itched the scab off... i can't put a cover on it anymore to keep it from getting re-scrapped, which has now happened about 3 times just today, and the OUCHY is now officially called an ITCHY...mommy! because of stupid band aid sticky stuff. Life is not simple! SO I have a feeling tomorrow will be another lazy day and maybe Wednesday we will hit the restart button.

Tea anyone. BYE!