I'm not even tired of the kids yet.
My day will come, oh yes, it will come.
I purposely slammed our schedule with events during the month of June so that in July we can all CHILL THE HELL OUT. Which is still highly unlikely.
The first week of our summer began with the Chicago Womens Funny Festival, which also meant that so many great friends came into town to see it!
We had memorable dinner parties at home
and frolicked in the big city
|The Terrace at Trump Tower|
and enjoyed the type of conversation that can only come from college friends. Friends who have known Eugene and I before we were Eugene and I. Friends that have moved away but still remain a presence in our lives. Friends that you can genuinely let loose and laugh with--those are the best, huh?! Spending time with them brought me right back to my twenties--and what a great place that was.
One of those aforementioned friends is Ed, who stayed with us the week after the show.
Which meant there was even more laughter that filled our home--and if you know Ed, you'd know his signature laugh a mile away.
Don't believe me, watch this:
My kids adore him. As we waved goodbye to Ed,
we found ourselves shortly thereafter singing Happy Father's Day to Eugene.
Which brings us to the third week of June, which was marked with play dates and swimming.
Lots of swimming.
|I'm shocked that all three are not only looking at the camera but actually smiling.|
Last Friday, as I was waiting for Eugene to arrive home so that we could grab our trunki's and head out of town for a friends wedding, I got a call that his flight was cancelled and that there was no way he'd make it home in time for the wedding. Three kids at a wedding by myself? Uuggh. Doesn't it just make you want to twitch?
Their suitcases were already packed and ready to go.
We promised the kids hotel swimming and my kids LOVE claiming their new hotel "homes," I couldn't strip them of that. So I packed the kids up and since Peoria was on the way to the wedding, I picked up a friend that was planning on attending the wedding anyway.
They spent the next morning tasting EVERYTHING that was offered at the continental breakfast (classy) and wreaked of chlorine from hours spent swimming in the indoor pool.
And by the time I finally got all three kids asleep for naptime, I had to wake them up 30 minutes later to get them all dressed for the wedding.
Taking care of three kids at a wedding was exactly as I thought it would be. I couldn't tell you how many times Mia inadvertently lifted my dress flashing my spanx to everyone.
But thankfully I had friends in every direction willing to help out.
My kids ate Skittles all night long (dude, I was outnumbered) and took their sugar high
to the dance floor.
It turned out to be a great night, actually.
Congratulations to Alison and Derrick!
We are all headed to Vegas next week to visit my new nephew and I can't wait to see our California and Vegas family again. But mostly? I can't wait to smother that little baby with our love, which I will most definitely do the MOMENT I see him. I'm coming for you Morgan!!!
Oh and I plan to gamble.
WHEEL. OF. FORTUNE.
Ding, ding, ding!