Crazy week

Last week, Sal was in Washington DC to train for his new job with Strayer University. Something out of the ordinary happened every day he was gone. He came home on Friday night, and I took my well earned break on Saturday by spending it with my grandparents. He's so awesome to do that for me.

Sunday: We dropped him off at the airport then headed to church. Lena is sucha sensitive little soul that she cried all the way from the airport and all the way up until the sacrament hymn. After church, the kids thought they would take advantage of dad not being here and started bouncing off the walls. Nolan got a little too wound up and got sick on the living room floor. Kaydee can't seem to sit at the table, but would rather sit ON it, and fell off and banged up her nose pretty good. I thought she'd have a black eye, but she managed to avoid it.

Monday: Our new trash cans get delivered, but the guy delivering them took something with him when he left - our phone line. He snagged it on his lift, snapping it. I didn't notice for an hour until I happened to be ouside taking a breather and noticed it lying across the driveway. Wonderful.

Tuesday: Just like Monday, the day seemed to be going fairly well, even with no phone. Went to Lena's kindergarten graduation, kids came home and were happy. Then suddenly our front yard is crawling with cops. Then they move to the storage units behind the house. By this point I was already feeling pretty stressed, and about to crack up. Found out the drama was all next door and we went and gawked with the rest of the apartment complex. A domestic dispute gone ugly. I don't know if they ever found what they were looking for. But the day ended well with a trip to IKEA with my girls and some goofing off. I can't wait to do it again.

Wednesday: Went to the temple in the morning with my friend. It was exactly what we both needed. I came away recharged feeling like I could face whatever the rest of the week would throw at me without cracking up. After the kids broke a glass door in the entertainment center, I noticed that all the unusual things that happened tended to happen later in the day when they were all home from school. Lots of teeny tiny pieces of glass. Oh well, one less piece of glass to clean fingerprints from now. That night, I saw lots of police cars swarm the neighborhood across the street. It was quite a sight.

Thursday: Nothing highly unusual. The girls and I went shopping in the morning, and it took us so long to get out the door that the breakfast I was going to treat them to turned into lunch instead. Serves me right for not checking the bags before we left and had to go back to McD's to get the cheeseburger they stiffed Lena. That was a pain. Then I forgot the gifts for Lena's teacher and bus driver on her last day of school. My brain had pretty much hit overdrive by that point.

Friday: What happened Friday? I don't even remember. Oh yes I do. It was Sal's birthday, and he was coming home that night. I made him the cake he requested, and it had a little trouble coming out of the pan. Not too bad, and I could salvage it. But not after little hands attacked it. So I picked up another mix when I was at the store returning the carpet cleaner. The day ended uneventfully disaster-wise. Sal came home, the kids soaked it up, and I went to bed completely exhausted.

I survived, I held it together, though there was a moment I really thought I'd crack up. Some good friends did make me crack up, but in a good way, and that really helped.