Today was the main day here in Illinois with John’s mothers family. We woke up, well… they all woke up and then I reluctantly pulled the covers off my head and crawled my way into the shower after being up til almost 3 am working on algebra and management homework wanting to rip my hair out of my scalp and cry a little. Okay, cry a lot.

They all had breakfast while I hid under the covers and tried to ignore the fact that minutes went by as I slept and every little noise indicating they were getting ready meant nothing to the migraine I had and the much needed sleep I was getting. However, I finally got up and showered and got my butt in gear, with a brief pause when one of their four cats came in the room RIGHT as I was about to turn on the blow dryer and I was afraid of scaring him and it was like a show down between me and Eeyore (thats for real his name, I promise I’m not insane.) who wasn’t sure if he wanted to come to me but wanted to know what the heck I was doing in Josh’s room & why was I here and when will I get my house back and this person with the noisy child leave already? Apparently not every cat is like ours at home who are used to the abuse of a loud child who likes to roll on them and beat them with sticks, just saying.

Reluctantly, whining in my head and groaning in protest we packed into the car to drive about an hour and a half to… John’s cousins basketball game… Flyers… something Flyers. They won the game, I’m not very sports savvy but I understand the score board and that the time at the beginning is only the count down until half time then the clock starts again then it’s over. Though, I only know that much from when I was a child and I was forced to suffer through my sisters high school basketball games where she sat on the bench and I, being 7 years younger than her, could care less than to sit in a gym full of people yelling about defense and fouls and whatever. Though, I would take that over the insufferable football games that they forced me to freeze my ass off for because we had to watch sis in the marching band every freakin’ home game.  (I love you sis, totally.) I will admit it was a good game, and I actually paid attention. John’s cousin Jenny is a pretty good player, seemed like the girls on the other team were crowding her on purpose. So, woohoo Jenny.

After the game John & I basically jumped in his other Aunts car and drove with her to keep her company, she didn’t buy the “the suburban is full” line we gave her, dammit. So we drove, we got lost, we kept missing turns because we were yackin’ up a storm. Stopped at wal-mart so she could get something for Dean with us.

The evening was most of the family & pizza and our last “Christmas” Yes, I told you we are all mad here, but you didn’t believe me, did you?

So, finally, Christmas is over for us. It’s only January 30th that we’re having this last one.

Tomorrow we will head home and probably crash in our bed and cuddle with our own cats and settle the spoiled to death child down from his sugar high weekend full of candy, toys, soda, pizza, and nonstop moving and crazy aunts who play dodge ball in the house with him.

Pfft. You guys thought I was insane. Goodbye Christmas, hello Valentines… which will be very cheap this year. I’m thinking dinner & a movie at home. Sounds fantastic to me. I’m tired of winter, spring… come home to me. I miss you spring. The first day I smell that spring smell is always the best day of the year. I want to bottle that smell. Mother Earth, please stop messing with my head. I don’t like it.

Goodnight, internet. Enjoy your tea and cakes… beware of caterpillars.

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Dean, Family Life, Pointless, School, Sister by Megan Erwin