Oh goodness!

Just so I don't forget, I'll jot it all down now.

Wednesday night: the late night arrival of Mrs. Maiden - several hours past her arrival estimate, finding me on the verge of what? calling the police? Is that what you do when your mother is out late?

Thursday: MlleL stayed home with us, and we all (Mrs. Maiden, MlleL, MasterP and I) went to our Thursday morning music programming. Awesome time was had - MlleL, having been when she was an infant, knows all of the songs, and really enjoys singing them to MasterP. So it was fantastic. And to top it all off, there was wonderful homemade baked goods for our snack. Love that lady!

So then, Mrs. Maiden needed a few things at the drugstore, and I needed some cards for Father's Day, so we all headed off for Billings Bridge. Where, as I was cruising the very full parking lot looking for a space, I looked up to see a perfectly nice man waving his arms in alarm. What, I thought, could that be...... CRUNCH. Ah. Yes. The Yukon, being backed into MasterP's door by an unjustifiably angry office worker and her equally unhelpful friend on their lunch hour (as was explained to me as the rational reason to why they refused to call the police - they were on their LUNCH HOUR, and thus, did not have time for that.)

This, after jumping out of the truck to say "What were you DOING??? I was just backing up to STRAIGHTEN MY CAR!!" and also, the best accusation of all - "My reverse lights were ON!!" Umm. yes. But you see, you backed your car into me. Thus, you DROVE YOUR CAR INTO MY CAR. In fact, INTO MY INFANT. (who didn't notice. Let me be clear for you, gentle readers, MasterP was fine. MlleL asked me what the bump was, and Mrs. Maiden was hugging the irate driver of the Yukon.)

Me? I was thinking that if they couldn't possibly call the police for an accident, would they for a beat down in the parking lot?

Friday: Oh, I forget. No. Wait - yeah, I forget. But I do remember that Mrs. Maiden told me the most high-larious story that she's never told anyone else. Heeeee. Heeeeeeeeee. No, I'm sorry. What if you mentioned it? Then she'd know it was me.

Saturday: Gymnapstics finale. Where, at the graduation ceremony where the kids were supposed to jump on the vault for a few jumps and then run up a ramp to receive applause from all and a ribbon, MlleL planned a HUGE jump off the vault that went wrong and ended on her face, with sobs and humiliation such that she was unwilling to accept the ribbon at all. We have an unfortunate photo of ME presenting (ta da!) with MlleL clinging to me.

Sunday: The day to end all days - Father's Day at Husband's big brother's house in the afternoon, after a morning of Filipino Independence Day Picnic at Vincent Massey Park. Wheeeee! Due to the fact that the Civic does not have room for more than the family four, we packed ourselves, carseats and all, into Mrs. Maiden's GMC Sierra. Man. Again, I am forced to say that I do understand the yearn to have an SUV. Particularly after having one drive into me.

The rest of the week has been spend in trying to get MasterP to sleep, both in the daytime and in the night - about every other night, he's awake screaming for 1.5 to 2 hours AT A TIME - usually from about 1:30 to 3 AM. It's exhausting. And makes me feel just the smallest bit broken. In fact? There he is, my dears.

I must run.....