What a week...

This week has definitely been one of the worst weeks ever. Mark started a new job working in Kentucky for his dad so - he left on Sunday at about 4:00 to get there he's gone all week and then comes home on Friday night. This week was a hard adjustment for everyone. I had to try and do everything for everybody all day long - I always looked forward to when Mark took over at bath/bed time and I could have a little break. The kids missed him like crazy. He hadn't even gotten out of the driveway and Benny broke down into tears....that was so hard for me not to cry too. Patrick made it to bedtime that night before he went to pieces and him and Benjamin have been sleeping together all week to console each other I guess. Grace just walks around and asks me five hundred times a day "Where's Daddy? Is Daddy coming home yet?" I tell her how long it will be, three days, four days, tomorrow...it really doesn't matter. She's still in the stage where time means nothing. 10 minutes or 10 days...it's all the same to her. I think I am going to get them a calendar for their rooms so that we can mark off the days of the week. Maybe that will help. Emma came down with a cold on Sunday and couldn't sleep....which of course means I get no sleep either. Monday I went downstairs and noticed that our basement had water in it.....again. Great. Now I have a sicky baby who won't sleep and a huge mess to clean up all by myself. Luckily, Wes helped me clean up the water in the basement and my dad came over and stuck some sort of 'rooter' up the drain pipe outside to try and clear whatever is clogging it and causing the water to come in. Diana made us dinner and brought it over which was so nice - I didn't even have the brain cells left by that point to even remember that I needed to feed my kids. So the water left...then came back and now is gone again....it's supposed to rain almost three inches this weekend - I'm not looking forward to that. If we still get water we'll probably have to dig (with a back hoe) up part of the foundation and try to get to wherever that blockage is in the drainage pipe/tile. The playroom is still a mess and all wet and so is my laundry room. On top of that I had three soccer games and Emma decided to share her cold with me...which is why I am up at this awful hour because I can't sleep. Surely next week has to be better....right?

While Wes was here he also replaced all the brackets on our railing going downstairs - he had a lot of help as you can see. The best part of the week (besides when Mark came home) was garage saleing with my Mom on Thursday. I LOVE to garage sale! I'd do it everyday if I could....and I had the money of course.