Beach Balls and Glass Doors

It's been two weeks...ish since we moved in with my mom. We actually are moving our stuff in this weekend and then it's a few more weeks until we get our house. I put the deposit on the house today in fact.

I decided, since I had the car and errands to run, that I needed to kidnap Heather. Here's something to chew on, every time Heather and I run around together I feel like the cops are watching me more than they usually do. I know it's probably in my head but Heather brings out the best... and worst... in me. The worst is, I act like a 16 year old again. Not only a 16 year old, but a 16 year old that normal blue collared adults are scared of. The best is... well... I'll let you know when it happens. ;)

We had a full day today, pay the deposit, oil change, and Target. We even made a trip to the park with Katherine. After all was done and over with (and I didn't get pulled over, or arrested) it was time to take Heather and Makayla home. On our way to her house we saw a beach ball blow across the road. It survived threw four lanes of rush hour traffic and the little beach ball landed in a ditch. It wouldn't have been such a sad sight if it wasn't for the four little boys standing by the fence looking like they just lost their puppy. Heather just looked at me and I knew we were thinking the same thing. I made a U turn and all but stopped traffic just to get the silly ball. I turned my hazards on and before I even stopped, Heather had the door open ready to pounce. She looked like a cat hunting a mouse. She's really good at high pressure activities, like chasing beach balls in the middle of rush hour... just an example. Needless to say, the kids were very happy to have their ball back.

Later that evening Cary came home after a long hard day. He's been trying to quit smoking and it's been a pretty rocky month. Not only is he trying to quit smoking but we're staying with my parents until our house is ready, moving, and he started a new job. My poor husband can't catch a break. If you have ever tried to quit smoking you know how hard it is, but just so we're all clear your spouse feels your pain. As soon as he came in the door he was ready for a fight. He got me all huffed up and I was ready to let him have it. I got up from where I was sitting and I headed outside so we wouldn't fight in front of the kids. OK, I know fighting in front of the neighbors isn't a great idea either but I weighed my options and thought it was best. I unlocked the door and opened it, successfully. You know how you open a door and walk threw it at the same time? I tried to do that. Emphasis on the word "tried". I was still running my mouth to Cary and I ran smack in to the glass door, both the front doors were locked and I only opened the first one. I cursed myself but couldn't help but laugh at my situation. The fight lost it's fire after that. Thank you God for good timing.