I spent my morning executing my duties as director of a nearly 200 kid Vacation Bible School. It wasn't nearly as harried as yesterday, and last night I finally got more than 4 hours of sleep (as I did the previous 2 nights, due to VBS prep), so it wasn't relaxing or anything, but it was OK.
I came home and after a quick lunch we captured the cat that had taken up residence in our backyard. This usurper was wrecking havoc on the tenuous peace in my home... as Shakespeare has still not adjusted to the new kitten, Marlowe. Shakespeare felt like he had to protect his backyard from this other cat. Through the window. It resulted in a lot of anguished growling, hissing, and pacing. So after about 10 attempts the May Queen and I finally managed to get the yard cat into the cardboard carrier that Marlowe came home in a mere 10 days ago. We loaded into the car. BEFORE WE EVEN TURNED OFF OUR STREET (so we're talking two blocks) the cat had clawed/chewed her way through the carrier and was roaming the car. Fun.
Then, on the way to the shelter we got a FLAT TIRE. Fortunately a very, very nice man saw me on the side of the road and came off his front porch and completely changed my tire for me, and even put more air in my spare, which was pretty deflated itself.
We surrendered the kitty.
Then the May Queen and I went to have our hair cut.
The lady cutting MQ's hair said to me "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but...."
Fortunately we caught it early, we could only see 2 eggs in her light blond hair, so killing them shouldn't be too hard. Even still...
Off to the store for the special shampoo, etc, and now my evening has been full of laundry, shampooing, fine tooth combing, another shampooing, laundry, spraying of upholstery, more laundry, the bundling up of treasured stuffed animals and putting away for 3 weeks to ensure the lice DIE, sanitizing hair brushes, more laundry...
And the realization that tomorrow at VBS I have to inform the parents of nearly 200 kids that we've had a lice problem.
In addition, it turns out that one of my cats (I'm guessing the new kitten, good thing he's cute) has been running around the house peeing on any plastic bag he could find. Which, it turns out, was quite a lot, seeing as how I've been purchasing tons of VBS supplies, plus using old plastic bags to transport stuff to and fro.
Is it any wonder I'm looking forward to a glass of wine?
(and is it just me or do you find the fine tooth comb USELESS?? the two eggs I could see I pulled out with my fingers after several failed attempts with the comb)