It was a long weekend that started on Thursday night.
It was a weekend filled with food, celebration, and family.
Too much family.
Too much planning.
Too much to do to actually enjoy it.
Anyway, three birthday parties in two days…one on Saturday and two on Sunday.
All at my house.
It was a good time, but it was exhausting.
What’s worse is that there is always some family members that are there that you just rather wouldn’t be there. That’s harsh to say, I know, and I love them and all but they just make anything and everything more work.
Everyone had a good time. At least I think so.
I did and I didn’t.
At least it is over. I am partied out. I could care less if there are any more this year.