4th of July

For a good number of people in this country, this year's 4th of July was the final day of a four day weekend.  For C and I, it was the finale of a five day span that ran the gamut of emotions.

I won't go into detail, but we laughed, cried, got angry, got happy, felt exhausted, felt relieved.

The 4th of July isn't necessarily my favorite holiday.  As a history major and a Social Studies teacher I appreciate the history of the holiday, but I don't really go for all of the celebrations and festivities that occur during the day (and night).

First, I do not enjoy parades.  Never have.  I don't understand why people sit on the side of a road and watch wave after wave of strangers walk by.  However, the boys' preschool had a float in this year's parade.  Last year I did not accompany C, her mom and the boys in the parade.  This year, however, I did.  And despite the warm weather, I enjoyed it.  I got to pull the wagon the boys were riding in the entire duration of the parade.  C was very sweet and offered numerous times to take over, but I wouldn't let her.  It's not that I think the physical, manual labor is a man's job (I did let her pull the wagon on the walk back to the car).  It's just that with having CF, sometimes I need to feel that I can do things without limitations, breaks or assistance.  Pulling that wagon was something I needed to do to prove that I'm healthy.  And honestly, the only thing that bothered me while pulling the wagon in the parade was the sweat that got in my eyes.

Second, I do not enjoy fireworks.  Well, let me get a little more specific... I do not enjoy fireworks after my kids have gone to bed and I especially do not like fireworks after 10:00 at night... and after 11:00 at night.  So for the past few nights, I've had a little difficulty falling asleep because fireworks have been blasting off in our neighborhood.  Does it make me a bad person for hoping the people who shoot off fireworks in the neighborhood late at night also blow off a couple of their fingers???

Anywho, 4th of July weekend 2017 was a really good one.  C and I talked about it briefly (hey-we were both tired) in bed that night.  C summed it best when she said, "it ended great."

Don't forget- if you're reading this and follow C's blog, don't tell her about it.  Her birthday is one month away!

I saw that she posted a 4th of July recap earlier today.  Haven't read it yet.  Didn't want to let it sway my thoughts and writing.  But now that I'm done with my post, Westy Side Story here I come!!!

Oh- I called in a favor that night too with the Big Guy.  We'll see in about a month if He comes through.

A