Sunday, April 21, 2013

Weekend Wrap Up

I can't believe I am about to say this but, boy am I glad this weekend is over!

Friday was crazy with trying to follow what was happening in Boston. I wasn't able to watch too much on TV with the kids around but you can bet that I was glued to the tube when they went to bed.  So happy they caught him!

Saturday wasn't all that bad.  We did some stuff around the house and followed that up with my son's baseball game in the afternoon.  Then today I had more baseball stuff to do...had to work the snack shack at the field.  Each team is assigned certain shifts and each parent is supposed to take a shift to work. Today was my day. It wasn't all that bad except that my feet were killing me after standing on them for three hours.  I know that doesn't sound too bad but when you have plantar faciitis, it's torture.  I was so happy to leave there and come home to a nice family dinner.

That is, until I walked in the door.  The first thing I hear is my husband. He sounded like he was in pain. I hurried over to see what the fuss was about and I find him on the floor picking something up and throwing it in the trash.  At first I thought maybe one of the kids got sick and he was cleaning it up...then I realized what it was, paint!  White paint all over the carpet!  I couldn't believe it.  Apparently my little guy took a fit because he didn't like an answer my husband gave him so he pushed over the paint can that I had put on the bench we have in the living room.  It exploded. All over the floor. All over my couch.  The good news is that we got it out. The bad news is that it took 4+ hours to clean!  I am pooped.  My feet are achy!  This should make for an interesting Monday. 

With that, I am off to sleepy town.  Everything hurts after all the work I just did.  Looking forward to getting back to a normal schedule this week. 


  1. Oh, Jenn, that must have made your grit your teeth. I can't believe how many times I gritted my teeth when my kids were young and doing stuff like locking me into the basement and spilling paint. Oh, I feel sorry for you for that one. :D

    :-) Marion

  2. So glad you were able to get the paint out, but what a stressful thing to go through!