I love my neighbors’ 4th of July party. They’re great folks. We have a blast. And it’s right across my yard.
But I do tend to over indulge. Too much food. Too much drinking. To many fireworks. Too long after bed time.
These are mostly people I have known for sometimes now, from just this last year for some to ten years for a few. And it’s a family party where kids run around with bubbles and hula hoops and play in the wading pool. And there’s good conversation and fun.
But I’m tired today. I would have like to sleep another many hours. At least I’m not too terribly hung over. I don’t think I’ve had that much too drink in 7 or 8 years. It’s the only party I get to go to where I don’t have to worry about driving home. The kids play so hard they fall asleep half way through the fireworks and we need only carry them home for bed.
But I’m not used to late nights and Tequilla. They happen about once a year and I’m not as crazy as I was. I really could have used to sleep in. And my kids are cranky from having so much sugar and playing so hard hours after they’re usually asleep. And we have to go to town today.
The toaster’s dead and it’s a key part of our morning routine. So I have to drag myself to motivation and prepare to go shopping with two over-partied kids. Also, I put them straight to bed still in the clothes they played in on so all the beds need washed. And I just used the last scoop of soap. Sigh. At least it wasn’t the coffee pot crapping out on me.