A Peaceful Evening

Friday afternoon I left work and headed for what I hoped would be a peaceful evening.  I had canceled my plans to attend a coworker's baby shower because of a little kidney stone pain.  Les was going to pick up the girls and take them grocery shopping.  So, I planned to sit down and put my feet up for awhile.  For the past few days I had been tracking the progress of the new knitting book that I'd ordered.  It was scheduled to arrive Friday and I couldn't wait to rip open the package.   Yes, sitting down, putting my feet up and browsing new knitting patterns would be a wonderful way to welcome the weekend and take my mind off the pain.  Did I mention that Les was planning to pick up the girls and take them shopping?!  The weekend was packed full of plans and this would be my only peace until Sunday evening. 

I pulled into an empty driveway, opened the garage door and stepped inside.  I froze as I heard sound coming from the family room.  A thousand frightening scenarios flew through my head.  Had Les gotten annoyed with the kids, dropped them off at home and decided to shop alone??  

"Hello,"  I called out.  No answer except the TV.  I whipped out my phone and fired off a text to Cassie. 

"Did you leave the TV on??" I asked.

"Umm, I'm not sure," was her response.

Deciding this must have been the case, I took a few steps toward the kitchen when I froze again.  I shot off another text to Cassie.  "OK.  As if the TV wasn't scary enough.  There's something dead under the kitchen table!!"

"Oops.  I let Whisper in and I thought something was in her mouth.  But, my ride was coming down the street so I was in a hurry." she responded.

Yeah. Sure.  I headed to the garage for a shovel.  I returned to the kitchen and stamped on the floor several times in order to determine if there was any life left in the little critter.  He seemed quite dead so I scooped it up and carried it to the trash.  As I heard Les' car I sighed.  So much for my peace and quiet.  

Saturday was Cassie's birthday party.  We spent most of the day with a backyard full of screaming girls.  Sunday was filled with church, post-party clean up, laundry and homework.  A few minutes ago, I sat down to grade papers and... work on my blog.  As I reached for a sip of tea, Les suddenly flew through the room yelling, "IT'S A GIANT EFFING FROG!!!  Now how did the cat get that?"

We have not yet found the frog.  Moments like this really make me long for a housekeeper.  I can just imagine the look on a housekeeper's face if she were to find a dead frog while cleaning!