no use crying over spilled...juice

Well. Our last 36 hours have been carazy! Let's start with Sunday morning when Slane refused to get dressed for church and we were 20 minutes late. She screamed, cried, wriggled away from us, and the outfit we ended up getting on her was, well, interesting. She wore a long-sleeved onesie that wasn't snapped at the bottom, a floral patterned pink skirt, pink and brown argyle leg-warmers, black maryjanes, and her cream and brown down vest, which she refused to take off, no matter that she was sweaty. In fact, she hasn't taken if off yet, except when Q forced her into a shirt and sweater yesterday morning when she refused clothes again.


Sunday day was pretty good. We went to the pumpkin farm and Slane loved jumping, and picking out her pumpkin, and jumping, and the "puppies," which were what most of us would call goats. When we got home, as I was getting Slane ready for bed, Q somehow caused a gallon of cherry pomegranate juice to fall from the top of the refrigerator as he was opening the freezer. Juice everywhere. I mean everywhere, so much so that it was dripping in the basement below the kitchen. And even though it was cleaned up and mopped, the kitchen is still a bit sticky.

So, Monday arrived and Q was about 45 minutes late for work because a certain little girl would not let him get clothes on her. Monday was a bit of an overcommited day for us. We signed up to bring a family with a new baby a meal, and we had a meeting out of town at 7. Slane refused to get out of the car when we got home, Q forgot his car keys so he had to walk home, and he had a phone call at work that caused him to leave late anyway (but then, he was late getting there, so he rightly stayed late). Once I finally convinced Slane to come in the house she was upset about something, and then we went upstairs and she took her shoes off and was upset that she couldn't get them back on. I was attempting to cook a dinner for someone else, and the meat was burning, and Slane was upstairs crying, and then the fire alarm went off, causing Slane to continue crying, but need me to pick her up. I went back to cooking a burnt dinner and being frustrated that every step I took was sticky, and the alarm went off again. Later today we will need to find the rest of the parts of the alarm, because I don't know what I did with them. I ended up cooking new meat, Q finally made it home, we delivered the meal, and left for our meeting about the time it started, but when we got there we hadn't missed much.

Notice the part where we still didn't get dinner. We hit the Taco John's drive thru around 10:30, after a stop at the store for a few provisions for the week.

This morning, dressing Slane must have gone better. I hope so, because I got to help with socks, and that didn't go well. I'm not sure what is up with Slane, but we need to find a way to work through that.