It’s a first

For the first time EVER we did not take a family vacation this summer. First time ever. This is not tragic in the OMG we have no MONEY to go on VACATION! Or OMG our car BROKE DOWN and we can’t get it FIXED so we can’t leave town! It was more a scheduling difficulty that became insurmountable once my sister landed in the hospital.

I had planned to visit Precious Oldest for a few days to get her started on a t-shirt quilt she wanted my help with. I did take a day off. The day my sister was taken off the ventilator.

I planned to take off the week before Precious Youngest left for school which coincided with Precious Oldest being home for a week of “vacation”. I did take the week off. My sister had her thyroidectomy.

The Saint and I had planned a trip to Spain this September to celebrate our 25th but some…sort of…up-in-the-air health and finance issues made us decide to postpone.

Labor Day weekend is upon us. The official end of summer. I’m trying to pull up my big girls panties and not sulk. That said? I feel gypped. Anyone else end up with a less than stellar summer?

Friday

The Saint and I head out to Princeton on the Prairie this afternoon for Parents Weekend. We'll do a surprise inspection visit the dorm and take Precious Oldest and friends to dinner.

Tomorrow we'll tailgate and attend the football game. I baked brownies and made macaroni salad last night to take with us. My pre-planning ended up sucking because the kitchen sink backed up big time and now I have piles of dirty dishes that it appears will have to be washed in the utility sink in the laundry room. Blech.

Before we leave I'll record the Presidential debate that may or may not take place depending on whether they:

A. Stay in Washington and, oh I don't know, do the jobs WE are fucking PAYING them to do.

OR

B. Decide not to waste the millions of dollars WE have already spent securing the location for the debate and carry on.

Who me? Fed up with politics? Not at all, and I resent your thinking otherwise.