Busy,Busy

Things here in the ol'Hausfrau Haus are quiet at the moment. The kids are in their rooms napping and I have been cleaning like a madwoman. They are still tired from our trip to Bloomington this past weekend. We dropped off the girls with Gramma and we met up with our friends Rob and Laura and were the IU alumni we used to make fun of when we were 22 partied it up. To be more precise, we drank a lot and also ate our way through Bloomington. I don't know why the girls are more tired than we are--they only went to Wendy's.

After a quick Easter lunch at Gramma's house we headed back home yesterday. Herr left the house at 4:30 this morning to get a flight to Newark to see his old boss. Fortunately, he will be home tonight, which is a good thing as our friends Jen and Joe and their kids are due to arrive this evening. We try to see Jen and Joe once a year, if not more. It's challenging as they live in Maine and we've been living in Ohio, but they are being nice enough to come see us before we move. At least we will be closer to them when we move. However, I am not sure that we could visit them a lot, as Corey and I turn into complete idiots when we are with them and drink ourselves into shameful stupors. Who could forget our "Goodbye New Jersey" weekend last April? What made that weekend all the more painful was that somewhere between drinks 12 and 17, I forgot that I had a 2 month old baby to care for. I have my hopes that Jen and Joe's oldest kids, Harry and Anna, will be able to prepare breakfast for the five younger children tomorrow morning. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

This weekend we will be going home to attend my cousin's wedding. While I might be able to recognize her if I saw her on the street, we are not close. I figured that the last time I saw most of my family, it was at my Dad's funeral. I missed all of the family drama at my Grandmother's funeral between my mother, my aunt and my uncle. I am tired of hearing about family fistfights events second-hand, so it is high time we made an appearance. It should be interesting as there are doubts as to whether the father of the bride (the aforementioned uncle) will be attending. According to my mother, his wife (my cousin's stepmother) is too busy mourning the death of her father from eight months ago to even THINK about attending the wedding. It just wouldn't be appropriate, you know? The reason he may not attend is that he hasn't spoken to my cousin in a long time. And that's sad--she's a nice girl. Truth be told, I am coming to keep an eye on my mother, to make sure she doesn't decide to have one of her Joan Collins moments and reduce someone to tears from some imagine infraction. And while the weekend recap I will write next weekend will certainly write itself if the wedding is action-packed, a big part of me hopes it is uneventful and beautiful for Tara's sake.



And as if that won't be enough stress, we will have to drive back to Cincinnati on Sunday morning so that we can pack and fly to Boston that night. One of the company's Herr received an offer from is bringing us out to "show us around" and set us up with a Relocation Specialist before he decides if he will accept. We used to do this stuff all the time when I worked for "Large Corporate Sporting Goods Retailer based in Pittsburgh." Pittsburgh was a tough sell for executives, so we would fly their families out and do it up so that they would fall in love and move there. I'm just going so that I can eat some Legal Seafood. The rest of the time I will be getting poked in the side by my husband because he will have caught me rolling my eyes after the umpteenth time of hearing, "This is a great neighborhood with fantastic schools. I think we could DEFINITELY set you up with a cute little fixer-upper in the mid-$400's!" Weeeeee!