All is Well

...all is well.

Toilet Crisis averted after a couple of new tools and some elbow grease...and a lot of hot water and laundry detergent.  I'm still drying towels.  And have watched the clean and clear water go down smoothly, without dry-heaving more than once this evening.

There is milk in the fridge.  A quick run to the store wound up lasting more than I bargained for, while I watched at least one lady 'lose it' at the check stand over a dumb coupon.  And THAT is why I am not a coupon queen.  or coupon clipper.  I was also reminded why I don't take three hungry children to the store at 6:00 pm.  I think it was all those methane fumes that got to my brain cells.

Children finally fell fast asleep.  No explanation needed, though I did say a little prayer in gratitude for the quiet evening.  I'm pooped.  No pun intended.

My floor also sparkled in appreciation, as it has been scrubbed twice in as many days.  The bathroom has also received its second detoxification in a week, and the door is locked.  NOBODY is allowed inside without written permission.  or at least without me knowing about it.

Looking forward to picking up where we left off on Saturday...by brining in Summer clothes, folding laundry, and packing for a week guaranteed to be fun, full of sunburns (sunshine or not) and adventures.

And just because, I need to share this picture...

This is my wild Indian.  He refuses to wear a shirt, and more than once tried to take it off at the store because he was "too hot".  The scabs on his face are from a brotherly brawl two weeks ago...Taylor just doesn't know when to quit pestering his older brother.  He is as hard-headed as they come, and such a cute little stinker.  It's his way, or the highway, and I am somewhat at a standstill with how to get through to him.  He is such a good little boy when he wants to be, but sometimes "Laban makes him" do "it".  He can't keep Satan and Laban straight, and it cracks me up.  I love him so much, and I'm trying not to jinx myself by thinking that we're going to butt heads when he's older.  I sure hope that he's learning positive things from these ghastly experiences he's creating!  I am so tired of spending his Christmas Gift money on toilet augers and Clorox.  And new towels and child-locks.  Ahhhhhhhh....life lessons.  and stocking stuffers!!!   Oh, Taylor, we love you!