The Insane Month of June

So I know it's been a while since I've posted anything, but I have to tell you that June is always the most insane month of the year for me... Our anniversary, my mom's birthday, Father's Day, my birthday, graduation parties, family reunion, end of the stamping year, etc. And of course, this year has been no different. Things have been nuts, but good.

Our anniversary was ok. He didn't get me a card or anything, but he did tell me to go get the pedicure I've been telling him I desperately needed. We went to the Cheesecake Factory for dinner, which was great, and we had a couple of really nice nights alone (while my mom had Madeline).

This past weekend was our family reunion... Now here's where the fun posting begins... So it all started on Friday night with a trip to a local winery. Now, I don't know how many of you out there would ever consider bringing young children to a winery, but trust me when I tell you this was not a good idea. I was smart and had Madeline spend the night at my MIL's, but my uncle brought my cousin and my other uncle brought his two grandchildren, and the beautiful view and delicious wine were really not at all as enjoyable with them running around asking when it was time to go home. The other bad part of the evening was that my one cousin was running the show - planned this little outing. Didn't order the pizza ahead of time, didn't bring any plates/silverware for the pizza, didn't bring any cheese or anything, and didn't reserve tables ahead of time. Oh, and she brought cheesecake but not enough for everyone. Please tell me how people can be so bad at planning events?! So, ok, fine. I head home, and I'm all sleeping and everything when the phone rings at 2:30 in the morning - those late night phone calls are NEVER EVER good.

Yeah, it was the State Highway Patrol. My brother, you know the luckiest guy in the world, got a DUI. They were calling my house because my dad had spent the night with us (while my mom stayed with her cousins to help set up for the reunion activities on Saturday). Well, long story short, my brother's car got towed and they spent much of Saturday tracking it down and getting it home. My brother cannot drive for 15 days (he went to court on Monday). He plead not guilty - there's actually some controversy around the ticket and he's got a lawyer and the whole bit - and now he's waiting for another court date. On top of all that, he's got a staff infection on one side of his face and on his ass! Imagine that. The doctor told him it's stress-related. Poor guy. So, Jerry's been helping drive him to and from work this week. Totally sucks.

So, back to the reunion... Saturday was a big luau picnic day. Really nice park and pretty fun, EXCEPT Madeline decided to get sick and have "poop through her clothes every 5 seconds" diarrhea and something at the park set on an allergy attack for me so bad that we had to leave because I couldn't breathe. Nice.

So, Sunday was pretty uneventful - brunch, said good-byes and celebrated Father's Day.

Then, Monday morning at about 5 a.m. I woke up to take some Tums for what I thought was massive heartburn. Turns out Jerry was downstairs and had been up all night feeling nauseous also. About 20 minutes later, we were both in separate bathrooms puking our guts out. Puking turned to shitting, which turned into feeling like someone ran us over with a mac truck, which turned into drenched with sweat fevers and chills, which turned to a headache, which turned us back to our normal selves. We were both sick for two days. Turns out that nasty stomach bug had also hit one of my cousins at the same time, and then within 24 hours of our first bout of puking, my niece, my sister-in-law, my mother-in-law, my brother-in-law, my mom, two more cousins, and Jer's cousin all had contracted the vicious virus. Once again, nice.

So, when I returned to work yesterday, after being out for 2 days, my damn phonemail doesn't work - it says my extension is invalid. So, I call the lady that is supposed to fix this problem is on vacation. So, I spent the first hour of my day tracking down some guy who proceeds to tell me that my phonemail was erased. So, I have to re-set it all up and I have no idea who called while I was out. Nice.

To top off this lovely post, I will tell you that this weekend is my birthday and do you know how I get to spend it? Well, we are leaving tomorrow at 6 a.m. to drive for 8 hours in the car with both Madeline and Jenna to North Carolina so we can sleep in a hotel room with my SIL and BIL and Jenna to be there on Saturday for Jer's cousin's graduation party and then spend another night in the hotel to turn around and drive 8 hours home on Sunday (my actual birthday). Oh, and then when we get home, I have to run up to the softball field and play 2 games for BIL's co-ed team because they won't have enough girls. Nice. Happy fucking birthday.

I hope you all are having a much more enjoyable June than I!