i’m wiped, man. absolutely wiped. i’m running on fumes right now, and those fumes smell like jackson’s poopy diapers after he has eaten spaghetti.

(yeah, did ya get that? deelish!)

i’m going to rant for a bit here, because damnit, this is my blog and it’s what i need to do right now… so if you don’t want to hear my bitching and moaning, STOP READING.

the muscles in my back and legs burn to the point of numbness. last weekend, for jackson’s birthday party, i watched my dad and brother haul arm-load after arm-load of food, drinks, coolers, high-chairs, decorations, ice, etc… back and forth from our 3rd floor apartment, outside and down the hill behind our apartment, to the pavilion where we all gathered to celebrate. and then at the end of the evening, they hauled it all back up.

they did all of this without one single complaint. a grin on their faces. happy to help. just happy to be a part of the celebration. and at the end of the night, after the clean-up was done (thanks to them) and the rest of the guys all hung out by the keg, and paul went to pee in the trees so he didn’t have to walk up to the apartment, my dad carried the final load of birthday-celebration-stuff up the hill and back in to the apartment with a party hat on his head.

he said “good night” to the ladies, as we sat on a bench with our wine, gave me a smooch on the cheek, put jackson’s party hat on his head, and made the last trek.

i wish i had gotten a picture of it.

so this week, as i have been recooping from the birthday-ing, i have tried to keep that image of my brother and dad in mind.

the party hat. the “happy to help” looks on each of their faces.

but today, it’s hard… it’s friday. just last night, i shaved my legs for the first time in 5 days. i’m not sure if i’ve brushed my teeth yet today (it’s 10:21 am). jackson has decided not to nap today. i’m wiped out.

dad- can i borrow your party hat?

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