Madness and Mayhem

I think I mentioned in a previous post that I came home from Atlanta to find mayhem – and I'm not talking about the guy from the car insurance commercials. If not, then I only thought I did, which is further evidence of how crazy things have been in the past week and a half.

I'm not slighting my husband to say madness abounded when I got here; there's only so much he can control. The boys tend to feel a certain amount of bachelor freedom when I'm gone, anyway. It didn't help that the day I got back, one of my sons came down with the flu. Another got it the next day. My husband fell the next. Then the oldest son. Then me. Sigh.

Just one of my boys' delightful inventions

Also on my first day back, my car broke down. Which, I guess, didn't matter since we all had the flu. I think the real joy of the week was the day the upstairs shower and the washing machine conspired to completely flood my basement. By that point, it was laugh or cry.

So I think it's completely understandable that yesterday I put the boys to work on projects to keep them busy most of the day while I attempted to reclaim my house. The used contents from the recycle bin, the craft box, and their toy chest to build robots.

My sweet princess, Kayla.

The added bonus to these treasures of ingenuity: this morning at 5 a.m., my sweet princess Kayla accidentally turned on the train powering one of the robots. She did a Scooby Doo scramble trying to escape it but couldn't seem to get away from the silly thing. It took me a minute to rescue her because my foggy brain couldn't quite process what was going on. By the time I did, the poor kitten was completely beside herself.

Sadly, it wasn't the strangest start to my day I've ever had. I think I'm just a little out of practice after my trip. Hello madness and mayhem; I missed you while I was away.

 

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