Tomorrow: Niece's dance recital at 2:00 and Middle's 3rd birthday party (with 30 guests) at 4:30...and yes, of course, rain is forecasted. Would it not be PC to shove all the kiddies in the big jumpy thing we're borrowing and zip it closed? Kidding. Really.
Sunday: My family will leave (at the ass crack of dawn in all likelihood since my father usually wakes up on the day they're to leave and PACES until it's time to go)...and I will attempt a cleanup, laundry, packing...
Monday: Middle's actual 3rd birthday, and yeah, I'm working. I've warned Eldest to ZIP IT with the whole birthday party/actual birthday date. He's obsessing that Middle won't be having his REAL birthday on the REAL date. Thankfully, Middle has no clue.
Which brings me to Tuesday. EARLY Tuesday. Before sunrise, the 5 of us will be on a flight to Myrtle Beach! Hubby's parents are leaving tomorrow for a week in the sunny south. We declined their initial invitation to join them, as it certainly wasn't
Friday: We fly home. My Younger Bro comes into town with my Nephew.
Saturday: We're all going to Edaville Railroad for a Day Out With Thomas. (Personally, I'd rather have a Day Out with Matt McConaughey), but nobody asked me.
Sunday: Father's Day. Hubby leaves for Atlanta in the afternoon for "work" (ie., golfing and Braves v. Red Sox in a luxury box.) until Tuesday.
Think I could just have an IV in my arm flowing with