SATURDAY: Clean up house. Take Child to gymnastics b/c Husband not up to it. Make Beef Stew. Short 1 ingredient, again. Okay, this is absurd. Our pantry is full of stuff, but apparently not the stuff I need. We need to do a massive clean out and then re-load. 4-8--Birthday Party! -Before I know it, everyone is blowing up letters. (My Mom is all about projects.) -Husband gets a book Don't Let the Republicans Drive the Bus, a satire on Don't the Pidgeon Drive the Bus. -We play a big family game of Taboo. -Dinner. Everyone likes my beef stew! -We play Happy Birthday on the hand bells. (See above: My Mom is all about the projects!) -Cake and more presents. Husband gets a shirt (from mom), and some personalized postage stamps (from my sister), and a game of Klingon Monopoly (from us). My Mom gets two Vincent Van Gogh print scarves (from us). Husband falls asleep around 9:30 and sleeps about 12 hours. That took a lot out of him. I would not describe him as better yet.