A Little Party – German Style

So I had to take a “leave of absence” from ya’ll for a week. It’s nothing you said or did. I just had it!

No but seriously, I was having one of those weeks that I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to survive.

This past week was the 3 year anniversary of the death of my most beloved person…my grandma. That was hard 3 years ago and somehow I’ve never fully let the sadness go. We buried her on my husband’s birthday so he’s had a few bad birthdays to say the least! So a funeral for one bday and we moved from Germany to the US another birthday celebrating in the plane.

With all that drama I decided to stress myself out with a Oktoberfest themed party for him. Yeah, I’m an overachiever. I spent 3 days cleaning, cooking, baking, being the bumper for drunks, and more cleaning. All while juggling the twinados. Well, I am officially done!

But here’s a little glimpse into what the weekend was about 🙂

It’s clearly all about the outfits here. Well and the homemade black forest cake 🙂

I made baked so many things. Crazy how much time I used up that I didn’t have to begin with. Thank god for nannys!!

We had a beer stein holding competition and all in all I think the husband was really happy with the turnout. We had a bunch of people here and tons more food arrive than what is shown in the picture. That is just what I made!

So then the day after (Sunday) I cleaned ALL DAMN DAY! I figured I’d do the annual floor mopping that I do. Yes, I said annual. Nobodys got time for that nonsense! Twins aren’t crawling yet so its all good. By 8pm, the back of my knees were burning. I had officially overdone it. According to my fitbit in 24 hours I had walked 34,000 steps. People…just do the math on that one. Painful. Not to mention the 47 flights of stairs I did taking care of the little shits!

And wouldn’t you know it…feet are up…I’m sipping on my night cap martini in silence as the husband takes the furball out one last time before bed. They come waltzing back in and the sweet apple spice aroma floating through the house was suddenly overcome by something horrifying.

Human feces? Dead raccoon? No one will ever know but sweet old furbaby Harley decided it was time for his annual shower. He committed one of the most heinous acts a dog could do. Why oh why me? So back up the 48th flight of stairs that day and in to the shower he went. Good lord, why do you punish me???

Anywho, round two tonight. Will drink my little martini and hopefully this time I can finally get some piece and quiet!

Cheers!!!