I really should post more often, shouldn't I? Since I got back from NYC, life has been hectic. I had two weddings last Saturday and being out of town put me behind in preparation for them. I worked solidly from 8:30 am until 10:30 pm on Friday and finally finished, but it took a heavy physical toll and I was exhausted. The sinus infection I picked up in NY got better but then came back with the stresses of the week.
My daughter came home on Thurs. to watch her sister's children (while said sister is in Hawaii) and that presented its own set of stresses. The woman who runs the day care for my youngest granddaughter had to have an emergency appendectomy on Thurs., so someone had to be recruited to keep the baby until her aunt arrived. On Saturday, my daughter brought all the children to our town for the day, and when she returned to the children's home, the doors were locked and she discovered she had not been given the door keys. Seems some work men had been there that day (the house is being remodeled) and they had locked the doors when they left. My daughter and the kids arrived home at 10 pm, tired and ready for bed, and they couldn't get in. Moreover, the dog was frantic to get out of the house, and of course, she couldn't understand why they weren't opening the door. During this fiasco, we were peppered with constant phone calls, reporting the progress (or lack thereof). Finally, they got up with the main contractor and were given directions to his home so they could retrieve the house keys. He couldn't deliver the keys because his wife was out, he was keeping his kids, and he had been drinking - so he couldn't drive the car. By the time they were able to get into the house, it was after 11 pm and the kids had fallen asleep in the car. Poor babies!
My daughter had to leave there Sunday night to fly to her home, so the children's step-grandmother arrived to keep them until Thursday. She is sick (as am I) and I can't go there to help her because I have another wedding this weekend and must prepare for it. Topping that off, as of tonight, there are 7 children (instead of 4) since my son-in-law's kids arrived after the weekend with their mother. I really feel sorry for the woman. I suspect the next time her son and my daughter want to go out of town, she will run screaming into a closet and lock herself in. I know I would!