Havin a Ball

Charlotte was thrilled to go and stay with my mom & dad this past weekend.  We were hoping wondering if Ruby would want to go and spend the night as well...but then she threw a major tantrum after they got here when it was time to change her diaper; and then another major when we picked Charlotte up from school and I made Ruby hold my hand to cross the street.  I could see the anxiety mounting up in Noni's sweet face.

When we parted ways after lunch, Charlotte hopped in their car, jabbering away about maybe finding some lost baby horses on the way to Hampton that needed a home and then, 'can we stop Noni - Hoppy and get dey and bring dey home? Wha if we find five?' Mommy, I'm goin to fine five baby horses that need a mommy and I'm gonna be it and bring dey home with me forever, alwight?' 

That's an easy promise to make and it makes me seem like a really cool mom.  Yes Charlotte.  If you find five lost baby horses running around without a mommy, you can bring them home and keep them forever.  Keep a look out  now!  You never know when they might run by...

I asked Ruby if she wanted to go with her sister.  Nope, wanted to stay with mommy.  But she asked about Charlotte every 20 minutes throughout the entire weekend. 

The anxiety level in the Wilson household is at CODE RED.  We showed the house to a couple last week who loved it.  They've lived in Columbus their whole life, and this house, our house, has always been their "dream house"  Literally, they dream about it, they told us.  Sweetest couple.  They were here first thing the morning after we put the sign in the yard.  They fired their realtor, said they wanted to go after this one and their own...

...I cried.  Surely, we've found a buyer and now we really do have to go.

Then:  Nothing.  Not a peep.  It's been five days.  Now I'm certain we'll be like the rest of the country and not be able to sell our house and get completely upside-down in it.  I cried.

Adam's close-out is not going well.

We had three plumbers come to the house and tell us we had a break in the line in the guest bathroom shower.  We're going to have to tear it out, jackhammer down through the concrete, follow the line, repair the break (it's on slab, not crawlspace), build it back up, re-insulate, intall backer board, tile.

Adam came home from a crazy week at the office (and at home) and took his frustration out on the guest bathroom.

By Saturday, there was a huge, gaping whole, concrete dust everywhere from jackhammering and he discovered the problem.  Sure enough...Charlotte took the cap off the drain and dropped a bouncey ball down the shower and it got lodged.  Water backed up and then, because the shower hadn't been properly sealed at the drain, it flooded the space between the shower pan and the concrete: dirt, mud, pebbles, so the clog and the dirt made the plumbers (3) think there was a break in the line.

Culprit

At least Charlotte was having fun with Noni & Hoppy.  Mexican food, toy free-for-all at the flea market and Dixie Land!  Rollercoasters, bumper boats, world's tallest slide, fireworks.

Oh yeah, Charlotte's driving!