We woke up on Sunday, looked around us at the mess (we did clean up the food/drink mess Sat. night), and said, "EFF IT! Let's go to the zoo." We had lots of stuff people left behind to return to Seattle anyway--coats, shoes, costumes, and a kid. So we spent a gorgeous day looking at lazy zoo animals. I felt like crawling into the gorilla habitat and eating my belly button booty right along with them, so lazy did I feel.

So! Like a bucket of ice water in the face was my Monday. When I dropped the girls off at preschool, another mom asked me if Jack had his outfit ready for the middle school band concert tomorrow night. "Huh? Wha?" Apparently he needs black slacks and shoes and a white shirt. Of course he does, and we were in Seattle all day yesterday where they have real stores. After a nightmare trip to SuckMart, I ended up with some nice, shiny, $4.00 shoes and some kind of pants made of a very interesting, um, fiber? Then, home to clean up party debris. Orange marshmallows, chewed up, ground into the carpet. Some black sticky something or other, also in the carpet, and also some glow-in-the-dark necklace juice dripped all over the house. None of this was really a big deal, we hate these carpets and it's just more incentive to replace them with more kid-friendly floors, like Teflon. But the VERY best part of my day was when I heard a commotion from the bathroom from the girls. Yep, shit all over the walls again.

Edited to add: In the last 30 minutes, the dog came in from rolling in something rotten and dead, from the smell of him, opened the garbage cupboard, pulled the trash out, and knocked the contents all over the kitchen floor. Grace's comment? "Oh, boy, mommy is going to say S-H-I-T for sure!"