Thanks guys for all of your good thoughts and encouragement. As for the eye and stuff, I don’t really think I’m having a stroke but honestly, I’m all for Stacie’s idea of “having a stroke” so I can get a little quiet time in a hospital somewhere. *wink, wink*

I stayed home from work yesterday so some people could come demolish my downstairs. We got flooded out a few weeks ago due to a plugged toilet and the thingy in the toilet tank that’s supposed to stop the running water got caught and didn’t stop the running water. You totally understood that, right? And now that you do you’re totally grossed out, right? Yeah, I was too. Except there wasn’t any raw sewage on the floor - just a lot of toilet water - maybe 4-6 inches worth.

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To my ever judicious, money-conscious boss:

Thank you for finally turning the heat on today. I can actually feel my fingers again and will now be able to complete that report you wanted early this morning.

Your loyal employee,

Jules

P.S. Please don’t ever make me threaten to start a fire in my trashcan again…I’m dangerous with matches.

…or the post where it becomes apparent I need my head examined. Or my eye. Or my head.

Okay, so the playground helped some on Saturday - except for when my stepdaughter’s 4-year-old son dropped his pants and started peeing in the middle of the playground. I was mortified. On the inside. We had only been there for 5 minutes. I couldn’t exactly make my girls leave so I told him that we only pee in the potty, in the bathroom. Not the great outdoors. Then I pretended it never happened.

The other part of my story is about the boy. 10 days ago he came to live with us at the request of the State. Apparently my stepdaughter hadn’t been taking very good care of him or his baby sister (2 months old) so they moved the kids and are helping her get her act together. So now I have 5 children instead of 4. Because I am a glutton people, a certifiable glutton.

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It’s been so long - yada yada yada - and all that crap we slackers start out our posts with after being MIA for months.

So, with that out of the way, let me tell you what horror I am in for this weekend. My husband is gone to camp with my oldest two children - my two biggest helpers - and left me here with a 6 year old, a 5 year old and a 4 year old. Obviously he hates me.

We are going to the bank soon, only because it is a drive thru, and then after lunch I will take them to the playground in a shameless attempt to exhaust them so I can get some peace and quiet. Wish me luck - I know I’m going to need it.

In 24 hours I will be on a plane bound for Chicago and from there on to South Bend, Indiana for a week-long conference at Notre Dame.

Will I miss my kids and my husband? Um, yeah, sure I will.

Will I be working every day? Undoubtedly.

But I am so looking forward to this break. I have felt suffocated by my responsibilities for such a long time now. The thought of 6 glorious days of only taking care of myself is pure bliss.

Of course, it doesn’t come without endless chores yesterday and today to try and get the family ready. Between laundry, cleaning and meal planning I’m wiped out.

But all of this work is not without reward:

• * King sized bed - to myself.
• * Full control of the remote.
• * Peace.
• * Quiet.
• * Complete thoughts.
• * Uninterrupted sleep.

I can’t wait.