Yes, summer, and I'm sure all mothers feel like this for those dog days,.. or in this case, the rat days of summer:
Overwhelmed by our little sugar pies, right?
This is a picture of Kyle's rat who exploded into 19 other rats magically one night. Okay, so I knew what I was doing when I bought the boys two girl rats and one boy. Or so I thought. We'd convinced ourselves that the rats would produce litters of oh, maybe five rats at a time. But in this household? In the Bermuda Triangle of Fertility our lovely little rat who is named 'Daisy' gave birth to EIGHTEEN rats. Yes, I live in a house with five kids, one dog and 21 rats. And that's on a good day. I am so finding that Egyptian fertility statue I bought as a joke at the Khan when we lived in Cairo and SMASHING IT INTO LITTLE TINY PIECES.
We are settling in. After three days in a car with five kids I deposit myself at our destination only to have the six month old come down with a 103 degree fever. For three days. Which means No. Sleep. For. Me. Ever. May my sanity and sense of humor rest in peace.
And hubby? Who is valiantly pretending to be lonely and missing his hurricane of a family?
His version on the phone with me this morning: "I am going to Home Depot to buy a new rug shampooer and shampooing the rug! Because I love you honey!"
The real version given to me by my dear friend on the phone just minutes ago: "Hi! Just wanted to call and tell you your pool is nice! The boys are golfing!"
Hmmm,... not many rugs to be shampooed at that 18th hole, are there?