A Doozy.

Last week was a doozy. This is why:
Rus left town for three days, a work trip to Baltimore.

My mom was in town with her friend Deena, but then Mom caught the flu and they left early for home.

I went outside to cook steak for dinner Tuesday night, (while Rus was gone), and found that my bunny Polly had indeed been pregnant. She had, in fact had babies. Her lover had then killed them because evidently the male can't be in the cage with the babies. My steak didn't look so good after I cleaned up after that. Neither did Rus.

Wednesday was a school holiday. Bekah was out of school and was determined to have a schedule, just like school. So we planned out the day, complete with a hike and folding laundry/putting it away. Laundry proved to be traumatic, Bekah folded her clothes in the rocking chair and then was trapped by them and couldn't get out. I didn't help her and she cried as though she'd been maliciously abandoned. Jacob pulled Bekah's hair, and then when I gathered all my clothes in both arms, Beau decided to hang on my legs, so I had to shake him off (my arms were full of nicely folded clothes, remember!), which he didn't like at all...I ran upstairs with the clothes, put them away, heard Beau's cries escalate, ran downstairs to find that Jacob was sitting on Beau. Lovely. Many tears ensued...mine and theirs. I laid Beau down for a nap, loaded the van with hiking essentials, realized Beau was not napping like he was supposed to, loaded everyone up and ordered them to not speak until the van stopped moving. We had a great hike.
See?Oh. I mean see?Rus got home from his work trip to a partially abused/neglected wife/mother. Dinner was a fight because my kids really don't like baked potatoes. The broken car in our garage had to be fixed because it had to be moved out of the garage that night because Rus was having the boy scouts over to finish making their skateboards. Fun again.

On Thursday I delightedly sent Bekah to school and Jacob to preschool and Beau and I played at Home Depot. Rus came home that night exhausted...I took the kids to bedtime stories at the school while Rus stayed with Beau. Somewhere in all that Rus decided that I was crazy. He told me I needed a break. He had Friday off and decided to give it to me while he took the kids. I would have felt better about the much needed break if it didn't mean Rus thought I was crazy. Turns out I got a half day...Rus came home at one thirty, gave me the boys, told me he needed a nap, went in his room, closed the door, and that was that. I explained that the difference between him and me is that when I need a nap and the boys aren't sleeping, I have to stay up with them, which apparently happens to equal crazy!

Saturday was fun...I went to a BYU game with Rus and a bunch of friends from church...we had an amazing breakfast beforehand...the game was closer than my BYU fan friends thought it would be...my favorite part, seriously, was when the UNM kicker hit the field goal post THREE times during the game. Wow. History in the making. My friend Taffy yelled at me part way through the game for sitting through the BYU fight song. She said that anyone she fed breakfast had to stand. I was a BYU mega fan after that, didn't want her to think me ungrateful. :) All of us got together again that night to congratulate Tara's husband Kevin on making it over the hill. Food, food, glorious food. And a fun decades trivia game. Anyone need a recipe for a cream cheese/chocolate chip cheeseball? It was divine. Or maybe Devilish. Take your pick.

And now it's Sunday. Day of rest. A day to go to Church, get straightened out, renew my determination, strengthen my resolve, fall in love with my kids again, wink at my husband, take a nap.

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