Since Memorial Day is this weekend, I thought I would share with you what our Memorial Day was like here at Walking on Sunshine last year...
As most of you know, my father passed away a week before Memorial Day and that week was filled with...well, I'm sure you know. At the funeral on Thursday, my wonderful husband, The Colonel still wanted to have a few people over for Memorial Day. We had made some tentative plans before my dad passed away and I really thought we would just cancel.
Let me say that in another way, I really wanted to cancel.
But, the Colonel wanted his sister and her family to come over and then my sister and her family wanted to come over, and so on and so on...
I wanted NOTHING to do with having a barbecue.
I wanted to crawl in a bed and disappear for a few days.
But no one seemed to really care what I wanted at that point. Everyone wanted to come over, so I gave in and tried to get excited about having to cook and clean, etc.
Sunday, the Colonel and I went to Sam's and came home with all the food we would need for Monday. We were only expecting maybe 10 people.
Not bad. I can do this.
I might even have fun.
Only Sunday night something happened.
I really must explain that I never throw up.
Not even when I was pregnant.
Well, let's just say I really made up for that last year...12 hours before everyone was to come to our house for a barbecue.
I spent the night in the bathroom.
The Colonel never heard me. I don't know how, but I guess when you're in the military you learn to sleep through anything. He was quite surprised when he woke up in the morning to see how sick I was.
I really thought he would say to me, "Well, let's cancel our party."
What do you think he did? He called everyone and informed them that I was sick but they could still come over!!
He told them all that I would stay upstairs in the bedroom away from everyone.
How nice of him!
My mother and sister took care of serving everyone. The Colonel cooked the hamburgers on the grill and everyone had a wonderful time while I laid up in our bedroom, with an occasional run into the bathroom, watching a marathon of Jon and Kate Plus Eight.
I guess I got my wish after all...