Just one of those weeks

We all have them. You know EXACTLY what I am talking about. Maybe you are better at blocking them from your memory than I am. This is one of those weeks where nothing can go right.

It all started when Ralphie apparently didn't think he was getting enough attention. Rather than sitting nicely in our laps, he thought it was a far better idea to relieve himself on our bedspread. Now, he may be stupid, but he isn't THAT stupid (Ralphie, not Patrick).  I'm not sure what brought this on, but it might have been due to the fact that we have been ignoring him a bit because he constantly wants to go outside to run up and down the fence to play with the dog who just moved in behind us. Regardless, we don't have our fluffy comforter, and blankets just don't cut it.

So, my car has been having some "technical difficulties" lately. We thought we could outsmart it and have it fixed over Labor Day weekend, but it had a different idea.  When Luke and I went out to the scalding hot car after Occupational Therapy Tuesday night, poor little Marylou Mariner just couldn't come fully back to life. She huffed and puffed, but sadly, she died. I would like to point out that this was the first time EVER that I did not have a panic attack during an event such as this. Instead, I calmly called my friend Rob, who luckily works near where we were, for a ride, I contacted the towing service, and I informed Patrick of what had happened without freaking out. Luckily, it was technical difficulties with the battery, so it ended up not being a traumatic financial event either :)

Just wait...stuff happens in three's. Two down, one to go. For now, we'll focus on the happy things like Luke's occupational therapy. His little attitude is starting to come out more and more, so he is very good about letting Ms. Anita know when he doesn't feel like working on certain exercises. Despite his vocal opinions, he is doing a stellar job.