Sunday Reflection

Ahhh Sunday. The day of rest. The day with which God sat back and reflected on what he had accomplished. I get that I'm not God, but why can't I have a day of reflection? Instead, I have to wake up at 6 am to be at work at 7 am. If this isn't unjust I just don't know what is.

Don't get me wrong, I love my job. However, I also love weekends. I wish that every day was a weekend. Wouldn't life be grand?

My weekend started out well. Took the kids to the ferry to do the exchange with Daddy. This went smoothly except for the fact that the ferry was late.... shocker!

Emma and Mommy got a little squirrelly while waiting for the "fewwy Boat" to come in....

And then, Saturday. Another day of work. I spent the time I had trying to clean up this little episode...

Which was caused by this.... (excuse the mouthful of crackers, we're still working on the "dont chew with your mouth open" concept...)

Who normally looks like this...

During the "clean up", I learned that diaper cream is essentially grease, which doesn't lift out of carpet unless you are equipped with a turbo industrial carpet cleaner which utilizes razor blades. Needless to say I don't possess such a tool so yes, the diaper cream will be staying with us until I can hire someone who DOES.

I am now back at work (on break of course... hee hee). Does it end? Im REALLY looking forward to my 3 days off next weekend. :) I shall use that time to reflect on the sure-to-come chaos of this week.

Signing off,

Pooched