crazy weekend..

It was a LONG weekend for me...Thursday some of my Pathfinders camped out because our annual camp was on the weekend and they were in charge. Most of Thursday was dedicated to last minute preparations (as well as spending some good time with my 'boys' before the weekend as I knew that it would be a crazy busy weekend with an expected 41 people camping out in the backyard)
Friday morning J went to his supervised visit with his grandparents. He once again did not nap the rest of the day and was a miserable grump that wanted to be carried all afternoon and evening. Not an easy feat when you are setting up and starting a camp. I went to bed that night wondering why my left hip was aching so much and then I remembered that I was holding J for so many hours :)
Saturday late morning we were greeted by a thunder storm and had to quickly decide on a plan B of activities which ended up bringing everyone into my sunroom to work on crafts. It was a tight fit expecially with a dog crate, two sets of bookshelves, my bathroom vanity and a train table. But we waited out the storm and within a few hours the weather had turned nice again and we were able to send everyone back outside to resume the camp activities.
Sunday morning my mother quickly arrived home from the trailer to drop off my sister and take my father to emerg. It seems he deteriorated VERY quickly over the weekend and was to the point that he couldn't hold a conversation or even walk. They did a CT scan on him and decided that he was bleeding on the brain again and was going to need some intervention medically. He was transfered to Hamilton General where they drilled into his head and put in a drain. He came out of surgery SO MUCH BETTER! He is in less pain and has gained back his long term memory. He can't remember anything from the past week and they are hoping that he will be fully recovered in the next few days. His headache still will exist but it won't be as painful as it has been this past week.
Mom is home.
My brother is at the hospital with my dad.
The campers have all gone home.
And there is only a few hints of camp left for me to deal with (the biggest being a trailer of craft supplies that need sorting but that is no rush).
Overall camp was a success and I am glad my father is on the mend. Fortuantely this intervention should help his recovery go much quicker...though he still has a long road ahead of him.
Me, I am happy that camp in my backyard only happens once a year!