Where the hell have you been? is what you are probably asking me, right? 4 days with no post! Then again, probably no one really noticed that 4 days have gone by with no post. So, what's been going on? Actually, not much has been going on and a lot has been going on, if that makes any sense. Remember my post here about getting a cat, well that damn cat kept me busy. It wasn't her fault really, but she was not accustomed to living with a giant dog, and the dog was not, shall we say, thrilled to be living with a little cat, so obvious mayhem ensued. Not fun Three Stooges mayhem, just general work for me. I spent most of the last 2 weeks trying to either keep them apart or get them to know each other in an effort to lessen the torture of trying to keep them apart. After the cat was apparently "blocked" from the use of her litter box in the middle of the night by the dog she peed on Abbey's bed, twice. Luckily Abbey was spending the night on the bottom bunk in Jack's room. After that I had to make sure the cat was either shut into my bedroom (with litter box & food) or at night shut into the bathroom (with litter box and food) while she meowed her little head off. It really wasn't fair to her, or to me. I'm totally tired. So today she went to my parents house to live. I am keeping my fingers and toes crossed tight that she will bond bond bond with my nanny, keep her company and become a light in her life, so much so that my parents never want to give her back. Let's hope for that, shall we.
In other news, it was school vacation week. We didn't do too much. I did hear something random about it being "turn off the t.v. week" as well, but I just scoffed at such a thing. I wouldn't want to mess with the children's recent ironic addiction to the movie The Aristocats. I hadn't made many plans since I wasn't sure how Jack would be feeling after getting his adenoids out last Friday. I did manage to pull together a little birthday party for him yesterday with some of his friends. He invited 4 boys over for an afternoon of pizza, cupcakes and gun play. Yes, boys do like guns. I mean, they really really really like them. Politically incorrect? Probably. But they are 7 year old boys, after all. They ran around like wild animals pretending to shoot each other outside for hours. They brought each other to "jail" which consisted of a tree in the backyard. They raced on bikes down our little hill (I did make them put on helmets for that part). They gobbled food while simultaneously talking about each other's farts and boogers. They guffawed and they snorted. It was a blast for all (except maybe for Abbey, but luckily for her she had a friend over as well to lessen the sheer boy-ness of the day). Also, it was the easiest party I've ever hosted in my life. No planned activities. No games. No piniata. Just them playing together. Note to self on future birthday parties, less really IS more.