Last weekend was my grandmother’s 80th birthday, and for the occasion, my far-flung extended family rolled into town for three days of celebration. The days were a whirlwind of gatherings, including a huge meal at our house to wrap up the event. This required extensive preparations on my part, including days of cleaning and cooking, and then cleaning some more. I have since gone on strike, and it’s been Leftover City for the Heathens.
After a weekend of eating too much, drinking too much, and reminiscing, we are worn out. It doesn’t help matters that Bean has been keeping us up with some unexplained sleep regression:
So, for now, we’re chilling on the front porch, enjoying the beautiful weather, and hiding from my neighbor who wants me to take her to the international market to buy some goat.
I kid you not.