Pig snouts, leiderhosens and Buddies (long...)

Last week seemed like one of the longest weeks ever, though the days went by pretty fast I guess.  I had been getting sick as of Sunday evening, after having been down in Racine all day Saturday (baby shower for Julie and shrimp boil at the Yacht Club).  Sunday we had a nice family day, as Skip was recovering from working 28 hours at Meda-Care since Friday night.  We decided we were officially done with sleeping downstairs in our doorless room, because with our schedules so different, we are perpetually tiptoeing around the house when the other is sleeping.  So we moved the bed upstairs (well, actually just the mattress at that point).  I ended up sleeping Sunday night down on the couch, though, because we hadn't gotten around to moving Preston's bed upstairs-- and I'm not comfortable being on a separate floor from him yet. 

Anyways, I went to work on Monday, and had to be there at 7:15 for a 7:30 meeting clear over in Froedtert west.  Whoever schedules meetings that early in the morning is nuts.  Well, the meeting got done, and I officially was in a fog.  My head was killing me, so I decided to go home.  I got home, and passed out until like noon.  I don't even really recall what the rest of the day entailed, except that we went back down to Racine for dinner at Mannings.  Preston was a champ eating.  Of course.  Oh yeah, when we got home Skip and I put the rest of the bed together upstairs.  Glad to have the bed up there, but going up and down and working on it totally wore me out again. 

I called in again for Tuesday, since I was really still feeling crappy.  My treasure-child let me sleep until 8:30, and then I got up with him to feed him breakfast.  Long about 10:30, he seemed tired again, so I just thought I'd put him back in bed.  Well, he ended up falling back asleep, which allowed me to sleep again until almost noon.  He must've known I wasn't feeling well!

The rest of the week went by okay, and even Mannings got a chance to watch Preston on Friday while Skip slept and I was at work.  Friday evening consisted of putting together birthday party invitations and going to bed by 10 (Skip worked).

Saturday I got up and went total errand-crazy with Preston.  First Skip got going out to golf for a bachelor party... after only 3 hours of sleep.  Poor guy!  The bank and post office were first, then I swung by a local church rummage sale to find some things for P (almost went into a funeral, though, not realizing the sale was on the other end of the church building... oops!).  After the sale we stopped at Viet Hoa, a big asian grocery store in the city.  I love that place (despite the fact I just read they have some of the highest instances of health violations in the city.  Meh, I'll still shop there and take my 20 oz bottle of sesame oil for $2 as opposed to paying $4 for 8 oz in the regular grocery store).  A very nice young hispanic guy even carried all my groceries out to the car for me, since Preston was sound asleep in my sling.   Then we went to the regular grocery store for the rest of our stuff.  When we got home, it was about the time Skip was getting done with golf, so I caught up with him for a little while before he actually went back to bed (apparently all he had eaten was the pickles and olives from his multiple Bloody Marys... so his eyes looked like two pissholes in the snow...).

I putzed around the house, showered, then my mom and dad and Michael got there.  We visited, and Dad and MCE helped move a few things around the house.  Then off to the Bavarian Inn for Oktoberfest.  My good friend Roger from Knightwind also plays in a group called Alte Kameraden, and they were playing at the 'fest.  Skip and I had gone last year, so I was happy this year that I could partake a little more in the festivities (i.e. drink lots of German beer).  We had rollbraten, brats, pretzel buns, and Dad even got a whole pig head.  It was so disgustingly delicious to pick at!  We listened to the music, drank, danced a little, then hit the road when it got pretty chilly.  We just had a great time.  Everyone came back to the house for a little while, then Skip and I stayed up and he ordered Fiesta Garibaldi at like 9.  FYI, don't eat queso fundido after eating a pigs head and drinking too much beer.  Your stomach will not feel good the next day.

Sunday we went over and had breakfast at the hotel with my mom and dad, then went to church.  After church we headed to the zoo for the annual Down Syndrome Association of Wisconsin DS Awareness Walk (not technically the Buddy Walk anymore, but still...).  It was a beautiful day to be outside and participate in such a great event, in honor of our "Queen" Elizabeth. 

After the walk we went over and had an early dinner at Harrisons, before getting home so Skip could go to band.  Yup, I fell asleep on the couch at 8. :)