So this last weekend has been a very long weekend. In a Prozac induced blur I told Hannah that she could have a sleepover on Saturday night which under normal circumstances would have been fine. Little did I know that my weekend was about to get hectic. Anne left for her girls weekend on Friday afternoon after I got her all packed up and at 10:00pm that night I get the phone call that would change the weekend it went like this.... My Dad " hey you need to get to Gaylord Anne is at the ER there she fell in the fire" Me " OK " . So i have a thirty minute ride to flash through all the worst case scenieros that I've seen and heard about so by the time I get to the hospital I am a useless wreck that can't stop puking so thank god for my mom being there to be supportive for Anne. But after they pumped her full of good drugs to ease the pain we arrived home about 3:00am Saturday morning.
So Saturday I decide its not Hannah's fault Anne got hurt so we move forward with the sleepover and I set the tent up and get all the food ready with a little help from my Dad and even let Abby have a friend come over to and camp out. So about 3:30 all the kiddies arrive and do the swimming thing and things seem to be going well till about dinner time when all hell breaks loose again. Anne has woken up from the drug coma and is ready to eat and change her dressings Emily decides its time to start getting ready right at that moment for her girl scout sleepover and I have five other girls that would like to roast hot dogs over a bonfire. After all that was done the the question of smores came about and I had to run Emily and her high strung friend out to a sleepover. Needless to say Saturday was a long day and I couldn't wait for Fathers day to just relax.
Boy was I wrong screaming kids, sick wife and another trip to the ER here in Grayling along with my Dad and I having to cook our own dinner cuz Marshmallow girl has a bum hand and my mother could burn water and as for my girls.....well that's about all I can say there. At about 10:30pm the kids did pull a gift outta there ass and give it to me which was thoughtful don't get me wrong just a little tired at that point and we had desert and went to bed. Oh and in the midst of all this excitement my Brother and Nephew show up yesterday and stay the night and my 20 year old Sister calls to tell my parents that her and her 40 year old boyfriend of 2 months are getting married.
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Wow. This is not a happy blog. Jon, dude, gimme something good to read. I already want to drown myself in the tub today.... if I read another depressing blog I'm gonna have to....
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