And how was your week?

Last week was one of those weeks that just kind of flew by. Which, depending on the events of the particular day, was probably a good thing. I give you my recap of the last week in short list format for your viewing pleasure:

Sunday: Owen locks himself in the car after church. Thankfully the car was running at the time and the AC was running full blast. Not so good was the Ambulance and Fire Truck that had to come to the church parking lot to unlock the door, lights ablaze and sirens wailing. After this, I don’t think I can complain that I don’t know very many people in my congregation.

Monday: A small tornado touched down in three separate locations located within about a block of my house. Ask me how glad I am that it wasn’t our house that sustained extensive roof damage like the guy down the street. It was pretty crazy—it came up out of nowhere and by the time I had completed the thought process that the clouds across the way appeared to be swirling in a circular pattern and were sucking things up off the ground into them and maybe it would be a good idea to grab Owen and head for the basement, it was all over.

Tuesday was pretty quiet, although I did learn that my child already, at only almost 2, knows the power of a good poop joke as evidenced by his highly vocal performance of fake pooping on the potty.

Wednesday: I shake my fist and curse the grain product that was infested with carpet beetles that I so cleverly (unknowingly) bought and brought home to the cupboard and find that I am now completely infested on all three shelves of the very tall and very deep cupboard. Really, I ask you, what’s more fun than impromptu total cupboard cleaning, complete with pest spray? Especially when you make the initial discovery of infestation after 10pm at night. Do I know how to party around here or what?

Thursday: Discover that wild rabbits have completely eaten 12 petunias before they can even be planted in front flower bed, along with first three blooms on zucchini plant. Debate merits of pellet gun vs. live trap. Ultimately decide to put down hair instead.

Friday: Pick husband up at 4am after he has been out of town for work for 5 weeks. Come to the conclusion that husband needs to schedule arrival home after 8am in the future. Also consider most effective area to kick repeatedly when husband tries to get frisky at 5am after being picked up and does not seem to fully grasp the concept that if Mama is more sleep deprived than usual, no good can come of it.

Saturday & Sunday: Temperatures do not go below 90 degrees. The idea of lying naked on the AC unit crosses my mind more than once. That is, when I wasn’t engaged in creatively rearranging my clothes so as to achieve maximum sweat removal from bodily crevices.

The saddest part of all? The above represents a fairly normal week around casa YouMeAndABaby.