I don't have time to think of a title.

The week keeps getting better....I'm lying. At this rate, I think I will need to up the Lexapro dosage by the time summer break kicks off.

Aiden did not need stitches, thanks to my butterfly bandaging skills! I'm nearly a pro at avoiding stitches and it only took 9 years of practice. Trenton had a serious case of Fakers Flu, yesterday. So he is grounded, but at least the van stayed barf free!
I did get to attend Bunco, last night, but I forgot about my article dead line for the Rancho Parent newsletter. While I was picking up the Bunco food, Daniel called. Apparently, the kids hurt the dog's leg. Is it just me, or does it seem like somebody is always getting hurt around here? I am going to take her to the vet and then find her a home that does not have seven hellions who find it acceptable to wrestle with an eight pound dog. Or maybe I'll get rid of the kids and keep the dog. The jury is still out on that decision.

I have a shit load of stuff to do today and no desire to do it. My eye is still black from where Ella head butted it, so I dread making any public appearances. I'll have to figure out how to grocery shop, pick up lizard food, take the dog to the vet, the boys to guitar lessons and Marlie to Girl Scouts, all without leaving the comfort of my own home. Or maybe I'll just be realistic and wear sunglasses.

Shitballs. I just remembered that today is Grandma's birthday. I'd better figure something out quick. Maybe I will drop the kids off at her front door with the injured dog in a wrapped box. The boys can practice playing the guitar for her, the dog will be her present and I can get some errands done. Of course, I do want her to have a happy birthday, so maybe that isn't a great idea. Any advice would be much appreciated!