Home Alone....what is it now....five?

It's 8:04 p.m. I'm sitting here watching my little prince sleep. He is so precious. My eyes fill with tears as I realize...with that still-all-too-familiar feeling that he is mine. My gift. My treasure. My joy. He is beautiful, and he is almost seven months old. In fact he will be next week, July 2nd. My...time does fly.
Well, as you're probably used to...another long post. I couldn't dissapoint now could I? We're still here in Ohio staying with grandparents until we begin in Logan, Ohio July 10th. My feelings on this are mixed for many reasons. New things are scary...simple as that. Scary and uncertain......two very dirty words. Two words that have characterized my entire life, so, why stop now?
While staying here, however, the grandparents went on vacation for almost three weeks and so we had the house completely to ourselves....well.....almost. We shared it with two cats (if that's what you wanna call 'em). These so-called cats are no cats I've ever met before. One hisses at you and tries to bite you and the other....I must confess....characteristically rubs on you like....well......a cat. BUT it leaves behind these huge hair balls. I thought hair balls were a joke. They're not. Cats really have hair balls and it's the scariest thing to see them actually hack one up because you think they're choking but they're not. They're hacking up a hair ball. Go figure. Back to my story. The grandparents left. We stayed to watch house, water plants, and feed the animals. How hard could that be, really? Apparently a lot harder than I anticipated. First of all....I now am an emphatic cat hater. I loved cats. I wanted one someday, but now....oh no....no way. All cats can go to.....well, nevermind. They can go to kitty heaven...all of them. Even the neighborhood cats decided they were too good for the great outdoors and decided to bust down the screen trying to get inside...managing sucessfully to do so. Second of all, I broke my green thumb. Or did I just never have one? I was in charge of various household plants that managed to go from a beautiful green bloom to a really ugly brown, brittle looking thing. And apparently I watered them too much because when I did, they leaked all over everything. It was sad. But my story doesn't end there, because, let's admit.....this is pretty boring so far. No.....it gets far worse, but then again it would have to because this is of course, my life. So, I decided a shower was in order. I turned it on only to discover it didn't want to be turned on....at least in the traditional sense. No........it wanted to flow through a busted pipe into the downstairs bathroom flooding the entire bathroom with an inch of water. On top of that, I didn't tell Justin until a little bit later (after I struggled with the faucet trying to get water to come out of the shower head....hey....I didn't know what the heck was wrong....I just wanted a shower). When I finally gave up and told him of my plight he figured out it was leaking downstairs and causing the roof to begin falling apart. It was all like some sort of bad dream. I desperately wanted to wake up, but no matter how hard I pinched, I still managed to stand, horrified, in front of a flooded bathroom with a ceiling that rained. And to top off this amazing tale of woe, I locked myself out of the bedroom. Since when did I start locking bedroom doors?? I did...and so we had to do a little climbing and what I like to call breaking and entering, but it worked. Just a little FYI....credit cards, bobby pins, and safety pins are overrated. If you really want to get into a house, you're gonna have to do it the real old fashion way.....through a window.
And to complete my tale, I happened a long another piece of news I will soon share.....but I'll leave you guessing on that one.....