The kind of a week

It's been the kind of week that I've made dinner and we've sat down as a family to eat it exactly zero times.  I can't even remember the last time I made dinner and we sat down as a family to eat it.  Maybe it was in the 90s?

It's been the kind of week that Braeden thought someone made me cry (they didn't) and he got really mad because he's a defending his mama sort of kid.  He told some of his friends that someone made me cry and then they got mad too.  He said he was feeling the berserker tendencies inherent to his Viking ancestors.

I told him that it didn't make me cry.

He said oh.

It's been the kind of week that on the one day when I was feeling the most stressed I forgot to take my medicine that I take every day that keeps my eye from flaring up.  So my eye got itchy and red and swollen and sore. (Which is what it does when I'm stressed, the irony.)

It's been the kind of week that I didn't talk on the phone to my sisters much because we didn't have time.

It's been the kind of week that I took ten separate trips to Braeden's school.  (so far---there will be more this weekend)  I feel like I've been there so much that I should enroll.  Take a class.  Maybe I'll take chemistry since that was my favorite class in high school.  (I'm being sarcastic, by the way.  Chemistry almost killed me.  Emma asks me sometimes if I'm being sarcastic so I thought I should point it out in case you couldn't tell.  That's what happens when you're a person who is never, ever sarcastic.)

I'm being sarcastic, by the way.

It's been the kind of week that can't end soon enough.  Especially since there is no school Monday.  Did you hear that, week?  There's no school Monday.  Do your damage.  I'm going to spend Monday with my kids and you can't stop me.