I went back this weekend to visit family. My mom's birthday was a couple weeks ago, my niece and nephew's birthdays were yesterday, and my brother's birthday is Wednesday. I've been busy every other weekend, but made a point to keep this weekend free so I could see the family.
Last week was CRAZY busy. In addition to my regular 8-5ish job, I helped with screen printing Monday night, went to a class on finding your holy passion Tuesday night, worked Joe's Karaoke Wednesday night, helped put on the final touches for Shop Good's grand opening Thursday night, and then helped with the Shop Good grand opening itself Friday night (www.shopgoodokc.wordpress.com).
With little sleep and lots of stress, I ended Friday night on a bad note. I was tired, burned out, sick, and not the happiest camper in the world. As a result, I really didn't want to be around people. But I had already promised my family I was coming home, and I didn't want to miss the chance to see them, especially since I'm bailing on them for Thanksgiving. So I made the drive up on Saturday afternoon, hoping that some fun music would cheer me up. I listened to and sang with the entire Wicked soundtrack, which cheered me up a bit, but as soon as I got out of the car, I was back to my original not-cheered-up state.
When I made my way inside, my parents were really glad to see me, and had all sorts of questions to ask me. I felt really bad, but I just didn't have the energy to work up and be conversational with them. I felt (and still do, kind of) like a total jerk because I was just kind of sulky and morose. Most of my answers to their questions were one-word or as short as possible. I just wasn't in a good place. I cheered up quite a bit when I saw my sister-in-law, who probably could make just about anyone feel better. She drags the cheeriness out of you kicking and screaming! And playing with the twins on Sunday was super fun. They're awesome. Man, they're just awesome.
My quotable moment for the day was when we were eating cake yesterday for the kids' birthday. People weren't talking a whole lot, just stuffing our faces with cake, when Anna out of nowhere says, "Please don't lick me, Mister!" Where in the world did that come from? It was pretty awesome. Strangely enough it was not her most quotable moment of the day overall, but that's not my story to tell :)
I left Arkansas feeling pretty good. I enjoyed my stay, even though I was burned out and tired. I really do have a great family who tries really hard to understand and accept me, where I'm coming from, what I'm thinking, and what I'm doing, even thought it's all totally outside of their norm.
I got home at around 10 last night and went straight over to Mulberry Hill (it takes less time to say that than Justin, Audrey, Maia, Logan, Jason and Janice's house) where I hung out with my friends for a few hours before starting (seriously, at like midnight) a 3-hour game of name that tune. Not sure what possessed me to stay up until 3 when I was tired at 11:30, but I did. And I'm paying for it today. Maybe one day I'll remember what a good night's sleep feels like. Probably not this week, though.
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