Just until I get settled in and write all about Kzoo...

3 boys + 3 days alone = at least 3 months of recovery clean up time.

GRRRRRR

A couple of examples:

- I can't make (or receive) any phone calls. Why you ask? Well, because after searching for over an hour for the cordless phone, I found it shoved underneath the couch cushions with a completely dead battery. This is because, according to Sparky, "the kids" lost it sometime on Saturday. Saturday?!?!

- Before I left I did at least 6 loads of laundry so that the boys would have plenty to wear. This morning? Not a single clean pair of pants to send C to school in. How can this be you ask? I know I was asking. Well, it seems that they engaged in many, many water fights this weekend and since they always want to look their best they came in and changed clothes whenever they got too wet. But wait! Wouldn't clothes dry in a few days? Ah, no, my friends. Not when they are left in little smoldering, stinky wet piles of boy laundry around the floors of the messiest bedrooms ever.

- Four days worth of dishes. 'Nuff said.