So, I need another vacation.

Before you jump down my throat for saying that, hear me out. This is how my week has gone.

We got home Sunday and were so pleasantly surprised at how clean the house was. (After all we had new house sitter. I have known her for almost 20 years, but she had never watched the dogs for us.) On Monday morning I was doing laundry when Stephen asked me how much I had paid the house sitter, to which I replied, "I haven't yet."

Stephen said, "Well, she cashed a check from our account for $400." My heart sunk. I called her and asked her what the heck had happened. She made up some story about my garage door breaking and having it repaired. After I questioned her a little further, she admitted that she has a drug problem. After talking to her family, and expressing my concern, her parents paid me back, and gave us the money to have our locks changed. Apparently this isn't the first time she has done this.

I was so freaked out by all of this that I left my phone outside and didn't remember until after the monsoon. I was able to dry it out (in a bag of uncooked rice) and it worked just fine for two days. Today it gave up the ghost, completely unrelated to the very minimal water damage. (Thank God it was under warranty!)

Last night we had the doors open so Stephen could change the locks, and had the baby gates up to keep the animals, I mean children, contained. They were being too freaking cute for words, so I was trying to get some pictures, and Connor got a little wound up. (Imagine that!) He knocked the gate out of the door frame and Avery went flying. It was iffy there for a little while whether or not we needed to go to the Emergency Room. Our pediatrician said that there was a chance of concussion, but to monitor him closely and bring him in if he started acting odd. Thank God he is just fine!

Tonight we decided to go to the pool to unwind and wear the kids out. We got rear-ended. Yep, we did. It was extremely LOW impact so we checked the bumper, and let the poor kid go.

All in all, this could have been a much worse week. Everything could have been much worse, and cost us more time and worry, but all my relaxation has flown right out the window.