Aaarrgghhh!

Okay...so Meg and I spent most of yesterday at a scrapbooking event.  We didn't have the time to spend, but it was nice just to be able to reconnect with a heritage scrapbook that I have been working on for four years.  I enjoyed it.  Then came home to a day missed in the process of laundry and cleaning.  Meg missed doing homework.  Oh well.  We'll both get by...I think.

My friends Mark and Beth, who are taking our living room furniture so I can get Meg out of her storage unit (long story) came by so I could take them to the unit to see if they wanted a desk in there.  They followed me.  I had Meg's slider card to get in.  Huh?  There was no place to slide the card.  Whatever used to be there was replaced by a keypad...and we had no magic numbers.  A quick call to Meg indicated that she had no clue, either.  Hmmm...  We squeezed in through the gate so M and B could see what was in the unit.  They took TV tables, but didn't want the desk.  No harm, I guess...except that if this had been moving day, we would have been SOL.

When I got home, Meg had a meltdown.  She is feeling overwhelmed.  (So am I.)  The children will be with us next weekend, so we need to compensate each other somehow so she can do homework and I can do laundry.  Whatever.  We'll git 'er done.  (Meg, unfortunately, sees the huge mountain to be overcome rather than the smaller steps to get to the top. It has been ever thus.)

Then the children came home.  OMG!  They had been to a parade and some kind of carnival.  They had two bags of candy and goldfish that they had won.  Goldfish?  Excuse me?  Ryan wasn't in the house five minutes before he had a major kicking tantrum about a bag of candy.  And then we had to deal with the goldfish.  One was DOA.  Four others are still kicking.  I could kill Nathan!  We have no fishbowls.  We have no aquariums.  We have no place to put the fish except in Ball jars.  We have no fish food.  We DO have softened water.  Don't know if fish can live in that...  Ryan came home overtired and unreasonable.  He had three tantrums that put him in time out before we'd even had a chance to say hi.  Both kids were tired and hungry and with fish.  Happy Sunday!

If I followed Nathan's logic on this deal, I should pick up a stray dog on the way to Muncie and let him know it would be there for him to take care of when we arrived..."for the kids".   Look...I love animals.  Too much, maybe.  I took in Frodo the Wonder Dog when the kids moved to Muncie and couldn't keep her in a rented place.  You see how that worked out! 

Sunday evening finally settled down a little bit, but the issues of the week are still with us.  Quaker Day Parade is Saturday.  Robin's Daisy troop is marching in it...and she wants to try it.  Two-and-a-half miles.  <sigh>

I'm looking for a day off...