The Thing That Didn't Happen This Weekend

Great news. Aside from all the typical July 4th festivities (cookout, fireworks,. family) I found out that I am the literal (AKA original, Freudian) definition of Anal Retentive.

Fantastic.

We were go-go-going from Thursday PM to Tuesday AM:

Thursday: Happy Hour for out of town friend.
Friday: Cookout/Fireworks/Packing for the weekend
Saturday: Travel to PA/Wedding/Party
Sunday: Brunch/Travel/Engagement Party/Family Holiday Party/Fireworks
Monday: Travel/Family/Parade/Travel/Hang Out with Moving-Away Sister
Tuesday: 5:30 a.m. send off for Texas-bound sister/Work

And I maybe pooped once. Maybe. And even that was a challenge. Gross, I know, but we were so busy and traveled so much that I was unable. I was stressed, and lacked sleep, ate too much junk and had to be peppy (which I mostly failed at, due to the sleeplessness). I think my body was withholding the privilege of waste removal until my brain relaxed.

Freud is a master of description. While he is basically discredited, but I don't think there's any better way to describe my desperate grasp to manage all of the activities from this weekend.

So.Other than that, I had a great weekend. We saw so many people that we don't see enough, ate our weight in delicious food, and of course, saw Fireworks. And I love fireworks.