I'm so glad this weekend is over! It's been non-stop... yesterday was a 12-hour day, spent in a sauna that smelled like chlorine. The meet went well, though, and it marked the end of swim season... well, 'til fall practice starts up... so I'm happy.
Because I was still house-sitting for my brother and sister-in-law, Ryan and I trudged back there (40 minutes away) last night, where we tried to stay awake 'til 9pm. At 3:30 (that would be AM), I woke up when my brother's dog (the one who sits like a bear) knocked on my door (I swear). When I stepped out of the bedroom, I was met with... a mess. I'd left a backpack in the living room... a backpack filled with food. Mind you, I left it in a bigger bag, up on a shelf, so I figured it was safe. Ummm... no. No, it was not safe. Ben, the fat scavenger dog, got it off the shelf, out of the bag, unzipped, and he ate everything in it... including wrappers. We're talking granola bars, candy, a whole tub of strawberries, another tub of watermelon. I was not happy. Not happy at all. I was less happy when he woke me again at 6:00 (AM again) for breakfast. Clearly he has a cast iron stomach.
Have I mentioned that I love my dog? I do. I love my dog.
So, I came home today and unloaded the car, cleaned the house, went to the grocery store, walked 3 miles ('cause I couldn't go one more step), washed, dried, folded, and put away 482 towels (including a new one that says, "Life is Simple. Eat. Sleep. Swim."), washed a load of clothes (so my kid doesn't have to wear her bathing suit all day tomorrow... again), made dinner, and finally took a shower. And before I pass out, I figured I'd say hello.
I'll be back tomorrow to catch up on all my blog reading, I promise! Hope your weekend was wonderful!!! XOXO