One exclamation point is all the enthusiasm I can muster. I guess it’s fitting for Halloween, because I’m starting to feel like I will be a zombie for the rest of time.
Treat: Eloise is three weeks old. Trick: Chris went to sea. Trick: I strained my stitches putting the baby car seat into the car (“nothing can be done. Your uterus will just form scar tissue to heal itself,” said the doctor. Awesome.) Treat: my favorite little sis and her kiddos arrived in Norfolk to help!
Treat: We trick or treated. Treat: We ate candy. Treat: We left a plastic pumpkin of candy out for trick or treaters. Trick: some hooligan took not only all the candy of course, but the plastic pumpkin, too! Rude!
But the biggest trick of all soon became evident: a full sewage backup in the walls!! Two not-working toilets and foul-smelling water dripping inside the walls and out the kitchen ceiling. All over the counters, appliances, floor. Did I mention (treat) I hired a maid for the first time in my entire life two days ago? So we should have seen this trick coming. Treat: Hannah took the tots to mcdonalds for breakfast and on to the mall for play time while the plumbers saw through pipes in the basement and discuss hacking through the kitchen ceiling to stop the leak.
Happy Halloween! I guess. I’m glad it’s November.
Trainberry, Trackberry, Clickitty-Clackberry
Travelin’ Man
The Big Five—Dallas
Flight Planning
Glad there are still some treats in the midst of those not-so-fun moments. Hooray for family coming to the rescue!
Cute kids!