No One Is Leaving Until...

Have you ever had one of those weeks? It's just been a strange week. Jason woke up Friday morning complaining about being stiff and sore. He hardly complains about anything so I knew something was up. I suggested he go to the doctor and he actually agreed. (Translation: It must have been really really bad for him to make an appointment.) They ran all sort of tests on and off for most of the week and the only conclusion was that it was some strain of the mono virus!

One night I went down to the gym for my second workout for the day. As I was leaving the gym the lady at the desk says, "oh shoot, your husband called and I told him you had left already." I take off for the van because Jason never calls me and for him to call me at the gym means he went to alot of work to find the number so it must be serious. I call him back on my cell phone to find out that Maison was running through the grass, tripped and chipped his front left permanent tooth in the driveway! I race home and as I'm driving Jason is telling me it is only maybe a third of his tooth. So I'm thinking it won't be too bad. Maybe they can just file the other tooth down to match! Imagine my surprise when I got home to find that more like half of Maison's tooth was missing!

Earlier in the week, the kids were over at Grama Shari and Papa Ed's house and Izzy was giving the kitty more love than he could handle, so naturally, he "put the tooth on her". (Translation: he bit her arm).

Then there's Libby. She was next door playing with the boys on their swing set/fort. I hear a bunch of commotion and Libby comes home screaming. I asked her what happened and all I heard was... I was whaaaaa, sniff sniff sniff, sob sob, then whaaaaaaaaa, I told whaaaaaaaa, but I don't want to play anymore sob sob. I was never able to get the whole story from her and of course each kid had their version of the truth but some how Libby was going to slid down the slide when all of a sudden the rock climbing rope got wrapped around her neck. It's amazing that no one saw anyone put the rope around her neck! I'm sure when she's 30 we'll hear what really happened.

The story wouldn't be complete without Gracie! Our neighbor Carey thought it would be a great idea to have Gracie come over and meet their new dog Jack. I was hesitant in saying that she gets nervous around dogs that are bigger than she is. Against my better judgement I went and got her. Jack took one sniff of her butt and she snapped at him. He didn't like that and snapped back puncturing Gracie's ear. Gracie doesn't get mad, she gets even. After Jack lost interest in her, she took off and went up on Carey's deck and left a Cleveland Steamer right by their sliding glass door! I'm sure that really showed him!

At that point I made the executive decision to keep everyone in the house for a couple of days just because I could hear the cash register dinging in my head!