Worst Part of the Day - Erik is on call, so we all went to Quinn's soccer game in case he got called in. Erik's brother Chris coaches the team and Carson (almost 4) and Quinn "play" on the team. There are ten kiddos to a team and four play at a time - so when Quinn and/or Carson rotated out, I was somehow stuck with the job of watching them (along with Wes who is a full time job just him.) And today neither Quinn nor Carson wanted to play so they were constantly under my care. Carson was having lots of fun by bugging the hell out of the other spectators. Quinn just wanted to eat yogurt covered raisins by the huge handful. Wes wanted on the field to play (of course!) By the end I was holding a screaming Wes, yelling at Quinn and Carson and shooting DAGGERS to Erik who was helping to coach on the field. Ummm ..... NEVER AGAIN.
Then this afternoon, the little s*#t struck again - literally. Wes again finger painted his room with his feces. This time only about 75% as bad .... still pretty bad. Now the carpet is soggy due to repeated cleanings and still pretty freakin' stained. And it's hard to get it off the door - I really had to work at it. Not fun. Getting old. Grossed the frick out.
Also dog sitting for Chris and Ann's dog Zoe. She kept us up half the night pacing and pacing and pacing and had to be let out twice during the night.
Best Part of the Day - Hey, hey - go MSU! I love it when the underdog wins it!!
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