My dad wanted me to spend the weekend. It's very rare that I spend a whole weekend, or part, with my dad. We have a great relationship. It's just that I don't like being that far away from my own haunts. Anyhow, I spent the 4th with him and his wife and friends, then stayed at his place. I rounded up my kids as well and didn't tell em we werent coming back.

 My sister, niece, and great-niece stayed as well. I recently got over 2 versions of sickness. common colds. My niece brought her own, bless her heart. sounded like the plague. This morning I woke up to someone hacking up a lung, pollen or mildew in the air ready to attack my ass (which later it did, full force), a baby at full volume, no coffee (later I had decaf), no breakfast (I made my own), kids babbling like verbal ping pong, and then, then the real day begins... we throw out the crap from a yard shed. the old roommate was evicted. all his crap in the shed had to go. fighting off spiders, not quite like lord of the rings but that's what it felt like, and praying to god there weren't any hornets. Then we cleared out another shed. picked it up, and moved it 50-60 feet. Were' talking a shed you can park 2 riding lawn mowers in. were they clean? hell no. they had bugs n grit and it was just miserable. did we take it apart? of course not. it was just crazy. *sigh* it must have been really important and difficult for my dad to not ask help and hope that I'd stay over. not cool, he needs to let me know when he can't do it himself.

So, the shed finally gets nestled between 2 trees on the other side of the yard. And my daughter tells me we have to go to the store for barbie pillows. if you don't know then you don't need to know. the days not over. not only can I not get coffee- my card is deactivated. And I'm on the other side of a toll bridge. I call the bank and apparently my card number was stolen by some asshat. luckily they didn't steal more than a dollar. On the way home we get stuck in traffic for an hour. I did get $$ for the toll. and the barbie pillows. can't really return those you know. Got home around 8ish. got my shower. ate some ice cream. I feel better. Sure my weekend was not what I wanted. I'm not into manual labor, and getting dirty. But I feel good about helping my dad and his wife.