It Was A Rough Day at the Homestead Yesterday....

Yesterday was a busy and crazy day, apparently. As I was getting out of the shower yesterday morning, I could see little boy fingers sticking out under the bathroom door. I instantly thought..."NO! Jonas knows how to open his door! Dang it!" (yeah, THAT is Jonas's new trick. NOT fun.) I opened the door to find a grinning 20 month old look up at me and say "Hi mommy" at a little after 6am! Jason and I had gone to the late showing of Harry Potter the night before (actually, that morning) and we were feeling it! So, that was strike #1...Jonas up MUCH earlier than he usually is after Jason really needed some extra sleep. Strike #2 is that Jason got on Trad-e-o and told them that we'd like to find a new home for Henry. Yeah, seconds later Jason had a call from a nice older couple who has a gorgeous yard and another doggie that's getting older. They asked to come see Henry and so Jason had a busy morning having this family over to look and consoling Kinsey and all that. I guess Kinsey was beside herself. She loves Henry, but I'm just tired of seeing him out back bored and lonely because we are too busy to go out and spend some time with him. I'm working about 70 hours a week right now and I don't even see my kids, let alone our dog. Most of the time I'm too tired to eat dinner! Anyway, Strike #3 came along in the form of Jonas finding a bottle, big I might add, of Jason's cologne and dumping it all over the house in the carpet. Yeah. I said when he called me at work to find some sympathy, "It could be rotten milk or something...it could be worse." and then basically hung up on him to answer the radio. Strike #4.....markers, our wall, and Jonas....nuff said. Strike #5 was that we had a lightning bust going on in our area and fires poppin like crazy, so I had to stay late until 9pm. Sure, I worked a 14 hour day, but I actually get to sit down and take a lunch break, (and do whatever I want during it), and I get to talk to people who are older than four years old. Poor Jason....he's such an angel. I think he thinks that I don't understand and that I've forgotten already what its like on days like that, but I do remember and I'm grateful for him. There were a bunch more strikes on the day, I'm sure, but those were the only "highlights" of the day I was able to catch before I literally passed out at ten pm. Wow, am I a lucky girl to have a honey that can hold down the fort so I can go stretch my legs a little.