The social whirl of life with kiddies is frantic. On Friday, we went from picking up Aidan at his Halloween party (way to go Aidan!) to dinner at our dear friends Dylan and Christine's house. (Otherwise known as the kiddies run wild so the adults can chat and then we serve them a not so home cooked meal of pizza fresh from delivery.)
Saturday morning was our neighborhood's Halloween party. The party was to commence with a parade of costumes around the neighborhood and then end up at our park. We arrived at the park, on time, but other than some party decorations saw not a soul. After a few minutes, it started to rain. It began with a gentle mist and evolved into a sideways sleet from hell. In frustration, I called Chris from my cell (he had Griffin nap duties at home) to ask him to read me the invitation again. Not surprisingly, I got the instructions wrong. The parade began at the other end of the neighborhood. We could see the string of balloons and useless umbrellas snaking their way around the streets as we stood under a gazebo (dry!) watching the fun. I have never been so glad to be wrong in my life.
Saturday afternoon was Aidan's last soccer game. After the game, the teams held a pizza party.
By the end of the day, I was beat. Wiped out from the social calendar of my children. I am lame. Exceptionally lame.
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