Monday, Schmonday

Oh my geez.

That's about all I've got.  

Our Monday began last evening when our water was turned off.  We had bad storms last week, including two small tornadoes that touched down in our town/county, and managed to knock out our neighborhood's water supply.  It was patched, and last night, the patch gave way.  We went to bed, praying we'd have water back this morning.  We didn't.

Our choices for bathing this morning were to either shower in the pouring rain on our back deck ("Hey neighbor!  How ya doing!  We're doing great! Great to see you!  Say, mind if I borrow your soap, I forgot to bring mine out!"), or boil bottled water in my beloved Calphalon pots (one of these days I'm going to write them a ringing endorsement for all the pot baths we've taken with my anniversary presents).  It's embarrassing, really.  But it's also real life, and it must go on. 

Cue the howling, screaming cat.  Sounded like a cat fight, so we kind of ignored it.  Until Jethro sauntered into the kitchen, with the "Y'all might want to go check that out" look on his face, especially when he's usually at the center of any of the fights.  Shawn and Noah ran in, yelling for me, Avery and Ezra to stay out. Dashiell had gotten himself tangled up in the blind cord and was strangling.  I don't even have the words for the fear I felt, and how bad I was still shaking an hour later.  If we hadn't been home, I don't even want to think about it.  Noah took the brunt of it, trying to hold Dash while Shawn cut him free. Please--take a lesson from us.  We thought we were smart, safe parents, we keep the cords up out of Ezra's way, up off the floor out of the cats' way, but Dash got in it anyway.  It could've ended up so much worse than it has.  

I've also answered a phone call from the school nurse concerning Dash's vaccinations, and I'm looking forward to a phone call from the county health department now (but at least I know she is looking out for my kid, so I have that to be grateful for)! She also needed to make sure I had cleaned Noah, who looks like he went five rounds with Wolverine, and lost all five, up properly.  

After fishing Ezra's shushers out of the toilet, and rinsing his mouth out with a mouthwash doused washcloth and finally getting a real shower (we have WATER!), we're headed out in the pouring rain (not to shower!) to replace Noah's shredded Metallica shirt, take my kid to urgent care for antibiotics and a tetanus shot, oh--and to refill my migraine meds.

And then?  Then I'm gonna bite the head off a 50% off chocolate bunny.