What a week!

I feel like a squirrel who can't remember where he buried the nuts. It's been a sundae of a week-- chilly, sweet, syrupy and full of a bunch of nuts. Brain freeze is the word of the day.

Anyway, the good news is my husband FINALLY came home. The bad news is I had to get out of my bunny slippers and clean the house.

And so he walked through the door and I'd like to say the house sparkled like the Mr. Clean was my personal bald-headed servant, but my house only looked like it was on the verge of inhabitablity 9I don't know if that is a word, but it works for me). The floors were clean, but dull. The counters-- dull. The clutter-- still existed. The kids' rooms-- unvaccumed. The laundry pile-- contained to the laundry room. Oh well, welcome home honey. I need some sleep.

Of course, I didn't get any. My husband barely got any-- and no it wasn't because he just got home and we had "a lot of catching up to do." No Nikki-- the 2-year-old terror-- decided she wanted to sleep with Daddy. Our night was a revolving door, a carousel with squeaky door music and a kid that didn't want to ride and two parents who just wanted off. By 3:30 a.m. she was snug in our bed and hubby was in a recliner. I know shame, shame, shame. Super Nanny would not be proud, but we just got too darn"dizzy" and who can think straigh in a fog.

Out of the fog and into our presod lawn we went the next day. Yes, hubbers decided we needed a couple truckloads of worm dirt so he could spend the day shoveling. I dressed the kids in mud clothes and tossed them into the mountain of madness. They were black within an hour. My dull floors looked like fancy marble (until you walked on them and realized that was dirt swirled on the wood and tile).

The sod gets delivered on Monday!!! It only took five years, but I'm finally getting a lawn.

The rest of the week was spent studying for Spanish. I had an exam and a paper due this week-- yikes! And so I stayed up late every night so I could study. My poor husband spent the week doing dad duty. He got up early, dressed the kids. packed their lunches and shipped two of them off to school. Then he did homework with Maggie at night. He even volunteered at the school and-- cleaned the house.

I must say I am the luckiest gal in the world.

Oh yeah and did I mention he is H-O-T--- HOT!!! A summer fighting fires does a body good. Of course I am now the girl in the mall with the hot guy-- and every wonders "how did SHE get him?" I ask myself this every day.

I have to go I will conclude later.