I guess I should just get used to it..I should know better by now....it happens every time Justin has his teenager friends sleep over..the day goes something like this.....I make my way downstairs for my morning coffee wondering why the kids seemed so quiet last night after I went to bed...only to find myself stepping on pillows without their pillow cases in a room they don't belong...must have been another pillow fight...how I didn't hear it?....only to find the kitchen looking like a bomb went off with melted ice cream on the floor and in the sink....thankfully someone had the decency to hit their target....getting my coffee...I head to the couch for some morning news and wonder what that smell is.....aah yes...a smelly gym sock stuck between the cushions...nice....taking the dog outside for her morning pee.. I see the towels and swimsuits are still wet and laying on the hardwood floor in the laundry room....yep right location but missed the machine by a foot....cleaning up and dealing with the dog I start breakfast....hoping that today the boys can control their appetite long enough for me to finish making the pancakes before someone is trying to lick out of the batter bowl.......with a small break I head to the store for some shopping only to come home an hour later to see my puppy dripping wet...cause someone wanted to see if Kaycee could do the "doggy paddle" in our pool......dumping the groceries on the counter I rescue my dog...blow drying her fur to stop her from shaking....within minutes I hear something being tossed by the dog....yep...the game of RISK on the coffee table now missing some pieces and me trying to convince Kaycee to give me that little blue toy house back......but she swallows...guess I will see it later when scooping her poop....lovely... but have no fear....Justin has to work by 3......so the kid has got to go home.....if only he would get out of the pool....making a mad dash to drop Justin off ...I leave his friend to get ready.....just hoping that the house will still be in order when I get home....oh sorry Mrs. K...I left my swim shorts on the washer...can you get Justin to bring them when he comes over to my house.......I CAN DO THAT...( as the bubble in my head is saying..."pay back is a bitch"..........Justin will be there next week....
