I've travelled near and far, far and near, across many time zones, survived 13 hour plane rides, suffered through and survived days of jet lag, survived a 16 hour bus ride (on the Never-Do-Again-List) to Costa Brava, Spain, stopped in foreign airports where NO ONE spoke English, and survived every day pickin' cotton for Uncle LeRoy, but NONE of this compares to surviving 3 birthday parties in 1 weekend.
5 days last week+2 days this weekend+5 days next week=12 day work week!!
Party#1~~P's Future Ex-Stepmother's son. Nothing says FES hates me more than the size of the 'goodie' bag she gave P. I know Halloween candy when I see it, and this was probably jacked from the kid. WHY, WHY, WHY would she give a 3 year old 62 pieces of candy and 1 key chain? BECAUSE SHE HATES ME!! I spoke to her, and she rolled her eyes at me~AGAIN!
Party #2~~P's classmate. Held in the same place as Party #1, so 2 more hours of screaming, running, crying kids was interesting. It was a place for kids to play and climb, so many kids had no shoes on. WHY do parents let the kids leave the house with holes in their socks?
Party #3~~P's part-time best friend. Held Sunday at the world's smallest skating rink. After skating only 7 1/2 minutes, just like the skiing lessons in Switzerland (whole 'nother story), P was 'ALL DONE'. After hotdogs and chips, were on our way back to the hacienda.
Once home, we crashed on our respective couches until P reminded me that the hotdogs and chips were only lunch, and she NEEDED dinner~~NOW.
I consider this weekend a 'working weekend', so that means:
Location: Kaiserslautern, Germany by way of St. Louis, MO
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