The flood waters riseth...

There is never a dull moment at our house, and this morning was no exception. I was upstairs getting ready this morning when my 13-year old (Jeff) informed me that there had been a small natural disaster downstairs. He was accompanied by the three-year old (Addison), standing pants-less in soaked underwear, shoes and socks. The soaked shorts had somehow been extracted over the shoes. “Mommy, I need a baff. I have pee all ober me,” he said sadly. Upon investigation of the incident, I found that Addison had apparently waited until the last minute to interrupt his cartoon watching, and then attempted to use the bathroom by himself. Accompanied by his stuffed bunny, he bravely tried to no avail to turn on the light. He called for help, but the dryer was on, so no one heard him. Alas, the flood waters rose quickly, filling shorts, Spider-man underwear, socks and sneakers. Our beloved friend and bunny, Mr. Hippity-Hoppity, was also an unfortunate victim of said flood. After cleaning up the 3-year old Addison, I found Hippy-Hoppity lying pathetically on the floor, paws soaked, and exhausted from such a trying affair. Needless to say, Hippity-Hoppity will not be able to attend nap-time at pre-school this afternoon, but with rehabilitative treatment including soap, cold water and fresh air, he is expected to make a full recovery by bedtime.
On a more serious note, I have three nights of class left before I am done with my MBA. I did fairly well on the Corporate Finance test last night and I think we kicked butt on our case. This class has been an incredible amount of work with homework for each chapter, 3 cases to write, and one of those cases has to be presented to the class. The cases are time consuming, and my partner and I worked weekends, late nights, through lunch hours, etc., to get the last one done. I would say I had 40 hours in it (easily), not including what my partner put in. There was homework due as well. Over the next three weeks, we have 2 cases, homework and a test to complete. As I was heading down to the office in the basement on Tuesday night, I said to my husband, “I’ll see you in mid-July.” Three more weeks…