We're Still Alive

Well folks, we're as prepared as we're ever gonna be for this adoption home visit. We've been working our tail ends off trying to get everything done around here. And of course we had to have a little drama thrown in for the heck of it. I can't live without at least a little drama. It's who I am.

Saturday, in the midst of doing 8.9 million loads of laundry (at least it feels like 8.9 million), vacuuming the couch, remopping and redusting (see my profile if you need an explanation of this), wiping down the baseboards (which I do at least 6 times a year - again see my profile), and cleaning out the fridge (that's a weekly thing), I decided to sync my iPhone. Now let me share a little bit about me and the iPhone. I really don't know a darn thing about it. I keep it because it's cool and then everyone else will think I'm cool. Some of you are trying to figure out if that's true or not. I'm not telling. Anyway in the middle of all this syncing business, the phone or computer or whatever asks me if I want to download the newest version of iTunes. And because I never ever ever use iTunes I thought this was a good idea. Not so much. My phone then completely froze and stopped working and then the computer keeps telling me to reset it. Of course when I try to reset it, I get a stinkin error message. So a trip to the Apple store had to be made Saturday evening. Now let me tell you something, the Apple store scares me. That place is like eat or be eaten, kill or be killed, you are either predator or prey (and besides my sister thinks it stinks in there). So I knocked down three old ladies to get to the one guy who was free. Thankfully, they were able to fix my phone no problemo, but I lost all of my information (including my pics). Either way, I'm just glad I got my phone fixed . . . and I'm just kidding about the old ladies ;)

Sunday morning came with its own drama. Remember way back to the last post when I said a certain someone likes to leave all of his food and wrappers on the end table each night? Yeah well, he did it again, and while I was getting Andrew's breakfast I hear "No dogs" and "I wanted to eat those for breakfast". So I meander into the living room to see what's going on, and there on my living room floor was an entire box of crackers that a certain someone had left out the night before. And sitting in the middle of this pile is my three year old holding a torn, empty cracker bag, while he shoves as many crackers as he can into his mouth before the dogs got to them. Needless to say, the vacuum cleaner came out yet another time and we were a wee bit late getting to church.

In spite of this craziness, we got pretty much everything done that needs to be done. And if you're not too busy tomorrow afternoon around 4:30 (Central Time - just in case, you never know who's reading), can you please say a prayer for us? We would appreciate it.

Oh and my husband was just going through a box that has been in the closet for about 4 years, which I was not allowed to touch by the way, and he found a ziploc bag full of pretzels. Nice dear . . . petrified pretzels in the closet.