Still kickin'

This week is thankfully almost over! It has been a while since we have had a week so bad that I needed to flee. Tonight, I retreated to the craft store, the quiet, craft store. All together now... Ahhhhh... feel the Chi from the silk flowers...

The worst part is there hasn't been one specific thing that has made this week so bad. It was one huge sticky ball of yuck all week.

It all started on Saturday...

We were up in PA having a lovely visit with Grandma. The hotel (more like no-tell motel:-) should have had "I love the 70's" from VH1 playing the background. Seriously the only thing missing, ok two things missing were a disco ball and a round bed!! Oh my! But, we were there to see Grandma so we just prayed that nothing would follow us home!! Anyway back on track, we had made it up the mountain in one piece, and had actually been able to visit with Grandma on Friday night before we put the girls to bed. Saturday morning we got up and had breakfast in our room. Chris and the girls were all ready and I was taking a quick shower. I was just about done when Chris throws open the door and yells "It looks like we are going home!!"

I about fell out of the shower, we had just driven 5 hours the day before and now we have to go home! He went onto say that our dogs had gotten out and my sister could not find them. The back gate had either been opened or it wasn't closed all the way. The thinking is that it was the latter. Between my sister, Danny, and Chris's sister they were conducting nothing short of a grid search of our neighborhood. They were gone, blink, gone.

Chris and I decided that getting right one the road at that very moment would do nothing but upset the girls who were already feeling our stress about the situation. Lily was walking around the room with her big brown eyes as wide as she could make them asking in a shaky voice "where my doggies, where my doggies?" We told her that they were on an adventure like Dora and that Maggie and Lizzie were off to bring them home. Chris then left with the girls to go back to visit with Grandma. We were going to leave at 1pm if the still had not turned up.

I stayed back and re-packed everything that had just been unpacked, and played telephone. We asked them to go to the Animal Shelter to put in a lost dog report around noon. When they got there, the people immediately asked them if they were looking for two Golden Retrievers. They told them where to go and they ran to see if it were them. Thankfully they had just been turned in. A lady had found them on a corner looking confused and she rescued them. We had to send them over a fax with our ID to prove that they were indeed our dogs and bail them out.

The best part of the story is that when Chris came out of the bathroom (Rdette was sleeping) to tell Lily about the dogs she looked up and said "my doggies, my doggies, I am happy!" then she went right back to eating the ice cream Grandma helped her smuggle out!

We still decided to go ahead and leave on Saturday afternoon. We were about half way home when Lily had had enough and melted down. I can't really say I blame her. I wanted to do the same thing! Right after the meltdown pull over I remembered that Michael Phelps was swimming for #8 that night. I then announced that Momma would not be happy if I missed this! LOL As we got closer to home I shouted (quietly both girls FINALLY fell asleep) 'I am coming Michael, hang on, PLEASE DON'T SWIM WITHOUT ME!!!' LOL It helped break the tension from the day.

We made it home got both girls in the bed and collapsed! That is just one of the last 5 days. I am hoping that the girls are better tomorrow, they have to be.

One good thing...well again two things...Charlotte's birthday invitations were mailed yesterday! WAHOO, and I did in fact make it home in time to see Michael Phelps! Way to represent B-more HUN!! All you Marylanders better had smiled! :-)

More tomorrow.. it is FFF-best stuffed friends! Until then pray that our two year old returns to her sweet self soon or Momma is gonna lose it!