The dogs have once again removed all of their bedding out of the dog houses. This time it just looks like we are having a very not-white 'white sale' in the garden. Old drapes, blankets and rugs spread all over what was left of the grass. The two of them, sitting ever so calmly next to the gate with that, "What? Wasn't us" look on their faces.
Meanwhile, inside the kennel, er house, the kids are bouncing off the walls and I'm having a hard time remembering how to speak to them in a calm, controlled manner. They aren't happy with the non-sippy-cup-in-the-television-room rule that's been applied since Jan 1, 2008.
Think all this chaos must have something to with everyone going back to school this week. I'm ready to admit that I will never quite understand just what to do with a qui and a que less this thing dont.
It's only Tuesday but I surrender. I'm heading to the cave and I'm finding a nice bottle of Cotes du Rhone ...