Our July 4

5:30 am - Woken up by as nasty thunderstorm. Holy shit, it's loud. 2" of rain. Crap. We have 30 people coming for a party...in the pool. Crap.

6:30 am - Peak day on the fertility monitor. Warn Jim that when the guests go home, we have business to take care of...wink, wink.

9:00 am - Throw on clothes & go get breakfast.

12:00 pm - Grocery store. Grab a bin of potato salad and watermelon on a whim.

1:00 pm - Gracie down for nap.

2:00 pm - Jim slamming doors going in and out, Gracie wakes up...cranky as hell.

3:00 pm - 2 guests call to cancel. Shit...I realize they were to bring side dishes. Crap. Glad i bought the watermelon and potato salad.

3:30 pm - Gracie says head hurts. Give her two Tylenol, seems fine.

4:00 pm - Guests begin to arrive & Jim starts drinking. Mental note: don't let him drink too much or there will be no performance after the party.

5:00 - 7:00 pm - Party! Fun, fun!

7:30 pm - yell at kids in spa with no parents to get out. Slip on step and destroy back. Ouch. Crap.

3:30 - 10:00 pm - Never sit down. Not even to eat. Also, forget to monitor husband's alcohol consumption.

9:00 pm - Fireworks. Pretty! Gracie starts to act puny again. Temp is 101.9. Damn. Give Motrin.

9:30 pm - Firworks over. You people need to go home. Gracie goes to bed.

10:00 pm - Cleaning up, people leaving. Damn, my back hurts. Good party though. Husband is happy. Should have been a clue.

10:50 pm - Remind husband that we have a date. Turn on Playboy channel (yes, it's come to that again).

11:50 pm - Husband confesses he *may* have had too much to drink. I realize after an hour of acrobatics, we are never going to 'finish'. So pissed. Tired. Did I mention pissed?

12:45 am - May have finally gone to sleep. Too busy thinking about the asshole blowing a whole GD cycle over some beer.