So many things have happened.
*Justinbustin had a youth group weekend retreat
*Shawners had soccer skills day yesteday
*Brando and I went downtown for the first time in forever
*Brando and I had delicious irish car bombs, met some new friends, avoided a parking ticket, got bought free drinks (love that I can make that happen even when it's not just me ;), and...
Here's where the weekend started to get crazy:
*We get a call from Justinbustin who isn't feeling well
*On the way to pick him up we realize Brando left his phone on top of the car (dumb move, he knows) and it flew off when we rounded a corner downtown
*As we were already halfway to Justin, we went ahead and picked him up, the drove back to get the phone while he's puking from exhaustion in the back seat.
*The phone was there and worked, but the LCD and glass was completely cracked as it had been run over multiple times
*Today Brando gets a replacement for a LOT less than he anticipated as part of the replacement plan, plus a new two year insurance on it
*As we leave the apple store and head to lunch, we get an email saying two of the kids had lice at the youth retreat
*I tell Brando with Justinbustin's bike being stolen last week, KT's just bought mall items being stolen at the mall last week, and Brando's phone this week, maybe those were the three
*I call to find out who had lice, turns out it was Justinbustin's one good friend
*We buy lice treatment and treat Justinbustin's head which had tons of nits all behind the ears
*Ugh.
*Wash everything in hot water. Rinse. Repeat.
*Second treatment of Justinbustin's hair showed no nits. We will see this afternoon when he gets home from school today.
*After all that, we managed to clean the house and sit down and watch the Oscars. Though, I was a crazy raging b*tch from after effects. Somehow subconsciously I knew I couldn't handle ANYthing with the kids. I'd mentally give up because I knew I'd go into crazy mode and tell Brando to take care of whatever it was because it wasn't going to happen with me.
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