Sorry about that…

I didn’t post on Friday.  I’m sorry about it.  As you know, I try to post something everyday – at least Monday through Friday.  There are some of you that are sorely disappointed when I don’t.  I have an excuse – take it or leave it. 

You remember that I’ve been a single mom this week with My Honey out of town.  It seemed that everywhere I had to go this week, I had to get there driving Mach 10. 

Drop the kids off at school, race to see my dad (who’s at the rehab hospital again), race to work (that’s where things slowed down to turtle speed), then leave work and race across town to get to Sassy before her after school program was over and pick up the Bandit before I had to pay the penalty of 1.00 per minute for being late.  On Thursday, I had to do all the things above PLUS get to soccer practice that was cancelled.  Of course, I never got home to get the message because who has time for that?

By the time Friday came around, I was pooped.  I conned the kids into getting into their pajamas at 7:30 and snuggling in my bed.  I slept for 12 hours.  Shhhhhhhh…..do you hear angels weeping?  It was glorious.  12 splendid hours of sleep. 

Today, I took the kids to the zoo.  We’re zoo members so we go fairly often.  I

A tiger doing an impression of me from Friday night

 thought it would be a great day for the zoo – the weather was warm but not hot.  Instead, it was an interesting day at the zoo.  The polor bears and monkies were all AWOL.  An ostrich was terrorizing the zebras, however the baby zebra was having a fantastic time running through the sprinklers.  A South American bear was yanking the bushes and trees into his enclosure by sticking his hairy arm as far out of the bars as possible and grasping at anything he could reach.

But the most interesting thing of all, and a topic that has provided me hours of enjoyment explaining to my 5 & 7 year old, was the very randy giraffe that simply would not leave the lady giraffe alone.  I am far from being a prude (please note my genre of choice) but I’d really rather not go into the ENORMOUS implement dangling between his legs, if you know what I mean.  No matter where she wandered, he was right behind.  Literally. 

I love the zoo and all, but sometimes I’d really wish they’d make them wear pants.