To make a long week short I will try to briefly explain the craziness:
Tuesday I attended G's end of the year preschool program.
Brent had a huge project due at the end of the week so most nights he wasn't able to get home until 10:00 at the earliest. Which left me to be a single Mommy.
On Thursday morning I attended a funeral that was a 2 1/2 hour drive from our home. I also attended B's end of Kindergarten program that afternoon.
B had a baseball game Friday night. Brent was still working so I took all 3 kids to the game on my own. G managed to put several LARGE hand fulls of dugout dirt in his hair while I was talking with a parent of a former student . . . I was so proud!
Brent left town early Saturday morning to attend a family function 6 hours away. B had another baseball game Saturday afternoon.
When we arrived home later that afternoon I was in the process of putting our house back together when the following conversation occurred:
*Background info. G was told to put the toys away that were on the floor in his room. He has a tall shelf where his Nemo stuffed animal belongs. I told him I would help him get Nemo on the shelf. He came down stairs and told me that he put everything away, even Nemo.*