Week #3

This week has kicked my patooty! It really shouldn't have, since Colin had attended Vacation Bible School from 9-noon each day. Don't get me wrong, it was nice to have a couple hours a day to hear my own thoughts. It was the rest of the time that threatened to send me to the loony bin.

The week started off with a bang, since Matt had to travel to Denver for the first three days, During the school year, business travel isn't such a hardship. However, in the summer it's a
B-I-T-C-H, with a capital B. I am Manager On Duty 24/7. And, of course, everything goes wrong while the man of the house is absent, including the shed door and the downstairs toilet.

You would think, being a smart woman, I would lay as low as possible since I had no one to help. But, no, not me! On Monday, Colin had a friend over all day and then spends the night. Another friend comes over on Tuesday. On Wednesday, in addition to shuttling four children to and from VBS, we have Monday's friend over again. Friday I had to finally call for a "friend-over moratorium" because Thursday did me in when two very rowdy and rambunctious neighbor kids came over and made huge mess in my front yard after engaging Colin in a massive water fight.

Have I mentioned that on Wednesday this week the mercury topped 100 degrees at my house? No? Well, it was freakin' hot! So hot you could have fried an egg... on my forehead! The only saving graces were that for one, it was a dry heat, and two, we have air conditioning in our house. Then, to add insult to injury, when it did finally cool down we had thunderstorms that made the humidity very high.

Friday seem to give promise of better days with cooler weather and fun times playing mini-golf with Colin. However, it turned out to be a short respite of good in another wise crappy week. When picking up Lani from doggy daycare, the owner told me that she had gotten into a scuffle with another dog, a first-time Dalmatian. My precious little Lani, in a fight? Never! But, she does have a couple bite wounds and a quarter inch tear on her ear.

Apparently during a game of tag, Lani's space was violated sho she growled and the Dalmatian took it the wrong way and the scuffle ensued. I guess the other dog got it worse. This is so weird because Lani has never had any issues with any other dogs and submits to anything that moves. She's an angel at daycare and everybody who works at the kennel knows her and loves her - she is on the front cover of the daycare brochure, for gosh sakes! All I can say is that it had to have been something with the other dog. I've never really like Dalmatians - too high strung. I can only hope that it won't come back for a second time.

Luckily the week is now over and I have made it to the weekend. Even one better is that Matt is taking Colin to Table Mountain for the annual star party for Saturday and Sunday and leaving me and Muhammed Ali (Lani) all by ourselves. Ahhh... 36 hours to rest, renew and regenerate before heading into week #4 of summer vacation. Can't wait to see what's in store for me next week!