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I survived

I had a good reason for not being back yesterday as promised.  Two words:  stomach virus.  Four more words:  I felt like death.  I won't even elaborate.  The memories are too hard.

There has been a ton going on the last couple of weeks, truly too much to summarize.  I'm just going to detail out this past Saturday and you'll get the picture.

Saturday:

Get up at 6:00 a.m. - already, you should be tired. 
Take shower, get semi-presentable.
Go to the grocery store for items needed for Saturday supper.
Return home by 7:30 a.m. so that Husband can go get JR, and they can go take all the trash they loaded up the night before to the dump.
Get toddler ready for the day. 
Drive thirty minutes to the floor store to purchase all the new downstairs flooring.
Pay for all the new floor.
Entertain toddler while Husband and JR load all the floor (2 and 1/2 pallets worth) onto the trailer.  The boys head to the new house to unload flooring, I head to take toddler to his grandparent's.
Drop toddler with Didi. 
Go to children's museum to pick up my cooler.
Go home to put on tennis shoes and t-shirt I don't care about. 
Try to find all the parts to the dust mop, unsuccessful.
Go to dollar store to buy new dust mop. 
They have the replacement rags for dust mop - the part I couldn't find at home - but not the full thing. 
Debate going back home, or buying a new Swiffer. 
Buy new Swiffer.
Head out to the new house, stopping at the store for drinks for the boys.
Help boys unload the remaining floor into the house.
Mom and I go to Home Depot to rent floor scrapper.
Take Husband the floor scrapper.
D needs ratchet set to assemble table saw.
Mom and I head back to our house to get a ratchet set.
Retrieve ratchet set.
Go to Rick's to get slaw and potato salad for dinner.
Go to Zaxby's to get lunch.
Take men their tools and food.
Help Husband finish scrapping up floor mortar.
Load up floor scrapper to return to Home Depot.
Wait almost an hour at Home Depot to return scrapper.
Return to the house to help clean-up, game-plan, etc.
Go home to clean-up, eat, pack for overnight stay in Decatur/Sunday trip to Chattanooga.
Feed people.
Take shower.
Pack.
Head to Decatur.
Cry my way out of a speeding ticket.
Get to Decatur.
Crash.

Yep.  That's my life.

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