Ugh!

Friday was a 2-hour delay day.  We got virtually NOTHING of the weather that was forecast--an inch of slush, basically.  Whoop-de-doo!

My car is in the shop in Monrovia where I work.  They replaced a "badly clogged" fuel filter, then went about the business of trying to make the car repeat what it was doing when it wouldn't start.  I got a call at the end of the day on Friday saying that the fuel pump wasn't working up to specs.  They want almost $600 to replace a fuel pump assembly.  I am not convinced...and neither are two of my knowledgeable friends.  I guess, for now, I will stall on the pump replacement and hope the car doesn't strand me again.  I hate this!  Meantime, the "spare" car--my old Taurus--was given to Nathan today.  It runs, although it has some problems.  His Beretta just gave up the ghost.  Is it Karma that his and mine ran out at the same time??

The children came home from Muncie today in fairly good moods, but also in high spirits.  It is Superbowl Sunday.  Meg kinda wanted to watch the game in hopes that the Giants would whup the Patriots (which they did).  Perhaps it was our relative inattention to them that caused them to act up, but they became unruly in short order.  Both children got spankings in the course of the evening...not totally undeserved.  It's just so frustrating to try to tie up the weekend when children are being nutso.

Big mistake:  When trying to clean in my room this weekend, I discovered an absolute stash of wrappers and crumbs on Robin's side of the bed.  She sneaks food and eats it in our bedroom.  In the recesses of a corner that I can't easily reach is some Indian corn that was probably put there a year ago...and I noticed that a cob was out of place and devoid of kernels.  Huh?  Mice??  I made the mistake of trying to shame Robin out of her food hoarding habit by mentioning that it could be attracting vermin...but then she didn't want to go to bed.  UGH!  I finally told her that she had to be asleep SOMEWHERE, suggesting the bed or the couch.  The poor baby is now conked out in the living room.  Truth be known, I'm not sure that we DON'T have a mouse problem now, or that I can convince her that it's okay to go to bed now.  Bad Gramma!

Truth be known, I'm tired.  I work so hard just to stay in one place...and I don't like the place!  Meg is taking classes at IUPUI, and she needs weekend time to keep up with her assignments.  Laundry is a big issue.  So are toys (although the children are better about toys than laundry).  The house is just too darned small to keep us all in a happy place.  We need to unclutter!

Yesterday, Meg's cousin--that would be her father's nephew--came to take measurements to give us an estimate for the garage remodel project.  Christopher was once a fat and goofy youngster who got real about life in junior high school--lost a ton of weight and is long since a respectable member of his community.  It was great to see him!  I am praying that the estimate is something we can do.  We desperately need to find "space" for everyone. 

Time for bed.  Eli Manning helped with a Superbowl upset over the hated Patriots.  That helped assuage the hurt that the Colts weren't in the game!