Sweet mother of pearl am I glad this past weekend is ov-er.
Corey probably is too, but for different reasons.
Allow me to elaborate.
As you might remember, I've done a lot of work with our local soup kitchen to plan two of their major fundraisers that fall within a month and a half of each other. The first was the festival in the park in August, the second a huge breakfast served to thousands of attendees of a balloon festival held this past weekend.
The planning that went into the two events was exhausting enough, but the actual events themselves were both equally physically exhausting.
Starting at 3:30am my dad and I started the days prepping food and working with the 80+ volunteers; we had an hour to fill 8 chaffing dishes with scrambled eggs, French toast, pancakes and sausage. Then four tables had to be lined with OJ, coffee, hot water, milk and every kind of condiment you would ever need.
Minus mini Tabasco bottles. But we have to have something to shoot for.
The weather was terrible and none of the balloons lifted off. But on Sunday, at least, they were blown up.
Which means there were still plenty of people lining up at 5am for an all-you-can eat feast.
Which means there was lots of scrambling of more than just the eggs.
Which means I was exhausted.
Needless to say, several naps were in order.
By 1pm on Saturday I had already worked six hours and napped for two.
And on Corey's end, he was in charge of monitoring Oliver-dog 24 hours each day for bruising in his ears, eyes, or gums that would immediately send us all to the doggy ER.
"I had to google what a Golden Retriever's ears are supposed to look like just to be sure."
For some reason, Oliver develops this weird rash on his undercarriage that lasts for several weeks and then disappears. Corey took him to the vet on Friday just to finally find out what it could be and was surprised when the vet thought he had a serious blood disorder.
Corey left the office with several hundred dollars in vet bills, a 3x per day medication and a special shampoo to be used that day.
For a guy who has never owned a dog in his life, let alone bathed one, the whole process took a lot out of him and I came home Friday night to towels strewn across the floor, dog hair in the drain and a wet dog running wild, sliding all over the wood floors in our apartment.
Corey also had instructions to monitor Oliver closely and keep him calm and confined until his blood work comes back this week. If anything about him even slightly changed Corey was told to take him to the ER immediately.
Confined, yes. Calm, no.
But I guess it's a good sign he still has the same amount of energy.
So now here we are, Monday...again. But this week we have a weekend of leaf peeping, granny visiting and a world's largest garage sale to look forward too.