My brother and his family came to visit at the beginning of the month, which is always large amounts of fun. Because we have large amounts of fun, I go into large amounts of sadness after they leave. The kids sang songs, made up games, crafted a zip line and swing in the backyard, and rode around the neighborhood in a little bicycle gang. We celebrated my mom’s birthday by cooking our annual Italian feast. We enjoyed the usual insanity of kids running around and beating on drums.
The weather was unusually warm and sunny for October up until the day I drove them to the airport. That day we woke up to clouds, which later dumped rain. It was sad. I came home to a quiet house and the leftovers of 11 people all living under the same roof. I had massive amounts of laundry (since our washing machine decided it was finished with us the day after they arrived). There was lots of cleaning to do and things to catch up on, but I did what I felt best in that moment. I plopped down on the couch, hid under a big blanket, and took a long nap.
|A game of assassin|
|The first and probably the last time these two hung out just the two of them.|
|The entertainment for my mom’s party|