So we’re in the middle of the WORST month of the allergy season (grass pollen is my #1 enemy followed closely by rag weed which is also in its prime!) and this morning when I woke up I was ready to die. SS6 has terrible spring allergies but he’s been ok since the worst of the tree pollen has subsided, but I’m in complete hell.

I’ve been struggling with some pretty funky emotions today.
DH woke me up with a gentile kiss and said, “Hey honey… know what today is?”, and I panicked. He has, like, 200 close relatives who talk on the phone every day and every stinkin month there’s some brother, sister, cousin, uncle, aunt’s birthday to acknowledge (I’m getting really good at color coordinating my calendar with different colored sharpies!) and I thought I had forgot a biggie….

This brought a much needed smile today... thought I'd share...

So I’m sitting here at work today and a fellow Pittsburgh ex-patriot came in to interview and we started jiving in our native language of Pittsburghese… n for yinz that don’t be knowin, it’s the dialect of American English spoken by many residents of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and surrounding Western Pennsylvania… ya’know? It’s a mish-match of Pennsylvania German or Scots-Irish… I don’t know… but it’s distinctly weird and instantly recognizable to anyone who grew up there.

And I got reeeeeeeeeeal homesick.

So SS2 is has his big third birthday this weekend and BM is hosting the party. I’ve seen countless posts here over the last few months on parties and what should or should not be expected/volunteered/pushed into doing as far as these situations go and I’m completely at a loss as to how I ended up in the predicament I now find myself in.