Several times during the course of a day, I hear something, read something, research something that I think would make an excellent topic for my weekly blog. And if time were mine to manipulate and slow down, I would in those instances stop what I'm doing and write. However, because I have 4 children, 2 dogs, a hubby, and a laundry list of other responsibilities, I shelve those topics for future use. This week, not unlike any other week, has come and gone. Instead of accessing the dusty shelve of ideas, I thought that perhaps I would share my week with you. First, you need to know the order of events are likely jumbled. I am not sure if my inability to keep events* ordered is a result of sleep deprivation, a multitude of noteworthy incidents, or self preservation (sometimes forgetting is best....).
Unpacked suitcase from weekend business trip. This is partially true...suitcase is indeed unpacked, however, it remains in the middle of my bedroom, impeding all traffic (also a partial truth. My two youngest have NO problem finding their way into our bed. It is only me that is walking into it).
A winter jacket lost its ability to zip at the hands (teeth) of our youngest pooch. When a back pack is made into a 'front pack' nobody is the wiser. (Do people actually mend zippers in 2013?!).
Two, correction, three pairs of shoes lost their mate due to the owners not putting away their belongings and the house elfs running amuck with them in the evening (what else could explain the disappearance)?
Love seat got eaten. Seriously. To be fair, I had considered reupholstering the 'good' furniture in the future when the bank account could support such an activity, and perhaps one of the dogs misinterpreted me. And now there is no discrimination of furniture. It is all officially bad.
Four basketball practices, two hockey practices, NINE tournament games. Only one of the fifteen sporting events actually took place in the town we live in.
Cleaned the fridge. Not because I am that much on top of chores, but because I was assaulted by an odour. End result, found one of the missing shoes. NO IT WASN'T IN THE FRIDGE! But as I was procrastinating with the fridge, I located a rogue shoe. Ha ha! Not this time elf!!
Dead squirrel delivered into my home by the guilty couch eating puppy. Don't get me wrong, I love thoughtful gifts, but I could have passed on this one. Note: this is not a cute, small, red Manitoba squirrel. It was an Ontario grey squirrel. They are a mixed breed (chipmunk and lion).
Had meetings.
Report cards from school.
Grocery shopping (which was really a 'workout'). Post sporting event, I jumped out of the truck, it had slowed down, while hubby and kids waited in the parking lot. I ran past the octogenarian that was closing the store for the evening, and darted to the bakery. I snagged the last two loaves of bread (there were more than 2 loaves left, but saying so makes my story far less dramatic), and sprinted to the cash, paid and returned to the truck before any child or hubby had a melt down.
There is more. Showers, bath times, dinners, workouts, and cocktails. Sighhhh cocktails. Bring on next week.
Maybe it wasn't one of the dogs. Perhaps -- in all the week's kefuffle -- you neglected to feed your children.
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