Will the excitement ever end?

In our city they had a weekend long party, which is ok, I like parties. Not so much going to political parties but I like to go to parties.
Friday, Mom wasn’t feeling up to par, there is a nasty head cold buzzing about town right now and she must have caught it. So most of Saturday I spent staying around her making sure she had everything that was needed, Lori had blasted off to Gs to help in some pies for school.
My idiot Pops is out of town again, back in the Gulf working on the condo projects, it’s a good thing. I enjoyed spending the day around the house, working on my taxes. I found when you move out they change things around in the house. My Mom loves to decorate, when I walked into my old room it didn’t look the same anymore. “It’s more guest friendly now Mark” she did the same to Luke’s room.
I text Jacks some later Saturday evening just to see how he was going. He had some minor issues rumbling in his head, if I know him he will just ignore it after a while until it festers and he blows. He said he will deal with it when he wants to, that it wasn’t that big of a problem. If it were me, I would tell the whole lot just how I felt; sometimes people need a swift kick in the pants to realize you are being thoughtless.
Luke and I spoke, he has the “fountain children” both his babies have some stomach virus. He said Camen is fine for a little while, actually running around in the house playing. Then she stops, gets very quiet and loses whatever she has in her tummy. She then stands there with a look of disgust on her face “Ewe, ewe” and points. Luke said he’s gone through 2 pairs of shoes and pants so far.
Monday was spent with the guys from the City; we have to gear up for spring, which was an all day event. The same guy from last year was there asking question after question, and then asking them again “let me get this straight, you said….” Why on earth he doesn’t write this crap down?
During that time I had fifty-eleven missed phone calls from Amy and a few high priority text messages, you know, the messages with the bright red exclamation marks. I think she might have wanted to talk to me?