Startin to come together, Pepper....Startin to come together

I think I'm starting to feel a little bit better about things. Like things are starting to turn the corner a little bit. Like maybe the novelty of the new school year is wearing off, and we're starting to get into a routine that everyone can handle.

Or maybe it's because I got more than 5 hours of sleep for the first time in two weeks. (Jaxon didn't get up and get into our bed last night. At least I don't think he did. And if he did, Rach got him back into his own bed. But I'm fairly certain that didn't happen, because Rach didn't stab me in the eye this morning, or seem like she hated me even just a little bit.)

Or maybe it's because my brain is clogged with pounds and pounds of snot and dust boogers from the 22 hours of grout removal over the weekend. (Coincidentally, the grout removal marathon also caused my hands to cramp up so bad that I'm typing this with the dexterity of a muppet. I feel like Chris Elliot in Scary Movie. 'Take my strong hand...')

Maybe it's because the Saints are 3-0.

Or maybe it's because Jaxon came home with 1 smiley face and 2 ambivalent faces on Friday. (Which is the equivalent of the Detroit Lions winning a game. Actually, no. It would be more like Rocky I going the distance against Apollo Creed. Sure he lost, but at the end of the fight (when I pick him up).....and he's still standing in his daycare (and not sitting in his usual time-out spot)......and he shows off those normal looking faces (actually, the faces look kind of apathetic).......then he'd prove to everyone (but mostly just his daycare ladies).........once and for all (for this week, I guess)........that he's not just some bum from the streets (or Goose Creek).

Or maybe it's because Cole came home last week with 2 'good day' reports from his teacher, then followed that up with 2 'great day!' reports. (Although after playing a good bit of video games over the weekend, I noticed something different about him this morning. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, until Rach said, "Did you see Cole this morning? He had video game face...." And she was exactly right. That's the only way you could describe the look he had on his face this morning. Well, maybe not the only way to describe it. You COULD say that he looked at me the same way a dog would after it hadn't seen me in a couple of years. Kind of like, 'You look eerily familiar. I think I may know you, and something tells me that you're friendly, but I'm not quite sure. And I should probably know what to do in this situation, But I'm just a dog, so----Oooooh! I think I just saw my tail!" So I'm not holding my breath for a 'good day' report from the teacher today.)

Or maybe it's because Tori is bringing up her grade in Spanish. She's gotten 100s on every assignment since her progress reports. El espanol es dificil, mi culo! (On a much funnier side note, dangling Tori's carrot of a cell phone in front of her face has become quite an entertaining and effective form of punishment. Seriously, if you ever want your car waxed, or your shoes shined, or your taxes done; just let me know. I'll give you Tori's cell phone. They say the Egyptian pyramids took hundreds of years to build. Tori would have them done in a week in order to get her phone back. Of course the pyramids would look great from the outside, but there would be clothes shoved underneath them, dirt left in all of the corners, and they would fall over in a brisk wind. But she'd fool you long enough to get her phone back.)

I don't know, it could be any of those things. I'm not going to dwell on it though, because I know that this roller coaster doesn't just go up. One Jaxon poopfest, and this ship's morale is going down faster than Jenny Slate's career on SNL. But we definitely seem to be in a better place this week than we were this time last week. And I'm not sure why. Ehh, who am I kidding. It's definitely because the Saints are 3-0.